suck: (verb)
1. draw into the mouth by contracting the muscles of the lips and mouth to make a partial vacuum.

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Ash is convinced the manor is haunted, the day he saw something strange outside and he came running in, trying to find the box full of personal items from the family who previously lived here.

His words were so jumbled and barely audible but I picked up on the odd word. He pointed to the family picture from the eighteen hundreds, the little boy called William who looked like a bakerboy, wearing the hat and smart waistcoat.

Ash was adamant that he saw the little boy outside between the grass.

I don't believe in ghosts and spirits and all that nonsense. It doesn't make sense to me that some people can see certain things and others can't and why are they always bad? Is there ever such a thing as good ghosts?

Why have they always got to be throwing shit around for and haunting people?

You never hear nice stories of people seeing their dead grandparents, paying them a loving visit, checking it. It's always the extreme demon or poltergeist route.

And I've never seen anything in my short existence... So to me, it's hard to believe.

But watching Ash almost have a heart attack at the thought of seeing a ghost, it makes me feel slightly on edge. Then I remember that the manor is old and has a strange vibe about it but that's because it's been abandoned and I need to get my act together.

Ash probably saw what he wanted to see, he's been sketching out about this place since we started placement weeks ago. I'm not surprised if his brain imagined something to trick him into believing his suspicions and now he has no idea if what he saw is real or if he's going insane.

I say the latter but I try to be reasonable whilst he's freaking out.

By Thursday he's got progressively worse, every sound or the sight of his own shadow has him jumping. I'm sure in his mind he's going absolutely batshit crazy but nothing I say coaxes him through his thoughts.

I drop a chair onto its legs on the wooden floor and I look across the room at Ash, his shoulders jolt upwards and he becomes startled. Glancing over his shoulder at the sudden sound, I exhale a long breath and walk towards him.

My hand reaches out and I grip his shoulder. "Ash," I mumble and glance into his weary green eyes. "You need to chill out."

"I have this weird, strange feeling," his throat clenches and he avoids looking directly in my eyes. "Honestly, it's like a cold chill."

Ash chews down on his lip and then shudders, hard. Like something brushed over his skin and I frown, giving his shoulders a light squeeze.

"Don't you feel it?" He slowly draws his gaze up to mine and I can see genuine fear behind his stare.

"No," I admit.

Ash looks up at the ceiling and squeezes his eyes shut. "Do you remember the first week of probation?"

"Yeah."

"Remember when I thought you had moved my phone, did you?"

"No, of course I didn't."

He drags a hand across his head and curses under his breath. "I hate this, I hate this so much."

I take a step closer to him. "I can take your mind off it."

He pushes his brows together and shakes his head. "How?"

I inch my face closer to his and dip my lips to his neck, pushing the collar of his overalls out of the way. Ash sighs beneath my touch and I kiss down his throat, around his pulse. Then I work my way up his chin and plant a delicate kiss on his lips.

My fingers slide across his jaw and I grip his cheek, opening up my lips to claim his. Ash obliges and his own hands grip onto my wrists and I can feel his body melt into mine softly.

"Is this going to take your mind off it?" I mumble against his lips.

Ash nods and clutches me harder. "Yes, carry on."

I smile into the kiss, his words making my stomach clench and twist. One by one I undo the buttons on his overalls, exposing his toned, bare chest beneath. The one I want to lick and taste and bite because he is fucking gorgeous.

Once I slip the overalls over his muscly arms and down his back, Ash helps me, speeding up the process. On the way down I pepper kisses along his defined six-pack and I lick and nip at the skin, Ash jolts and groans deeply.

I look up at him from my angle and he's looking down at me like I'm about to ruin his life. Eyes thick with lust and desire, finishing what we started the other day. I said I wanted to suck his cock and I'm not going to go back on my word now. I've craved his taste on my tongue, his tip at the back of my throat.

My throat tightens just thinking about it and I drop to my knees, unable to wait any longer.

This fantasy has been playing on my mind for far too long and now I have to make it a reality, without distractions.

I slip my hand into his boxers and touch his hardening cock. It springs free from the band and I focus my eyes on his thick length, pre-cum oozing from the head. Swollen and crying for a release.

My eyes look up at Ash one last time, he's panting against the wall like he's about to break down any given second.

So I extend my tongue and bring it up to the tip, the saltiness of his pre-cum spreads over my taste buds but it only makes my cock throb more. Ash closes his eyes at the smallest contact but I want to make him moan my name whilst he loses himself down the back of my throat.

Then I widen my lips and lay my tongue flat and slide my mouth down his length, taking him inch by inch.

"Holy fuck," Ash's legs shake and then he brushes his fingers through my hair and grips.

At first I can't get his length all into my mouth so I take it easy, avoiding my teeth and using my lips to suck when I push back out. Every time I try to get lower, his tip almost makes my gag and my eyes brim with tears but for some sick reason I enjoyed being in this state.

Ash grips my hair somewhat tighter and guides my head, at first he takes his time but then he speeds up. Finally the tip of his cock rams down the back of my throat, spit dripping from the corners of my mouth.

But when he moans loudly, not embarrassed or ashamed of who could hear, I lose myself too.

My throat relaxes and I take him deeply, sucking and swirling my tongue when I get the chance.

Ash uses his other hand to run over his face as he guides my mouth on his cock. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," he cries out in pleasure. "Bodi I–"

I dig my fingers into the backs of his thighs and drives my face impossibly lower on his length, lips pressed to the base and my throat half making gag noises and those of a pure wet fucking.

My eyes glance up at Ash and he bites down on his lip, shaking his head. "Jesus Christ," he grunts. "Yes, keep doing that."

So I keep doing that. Just what he wanted.

His head falls back to the wall behind him and his lips part, groaning louder than I've ever heard him groan before.

I watch him, intently. His face of pure bliss and pleasure is an image that will be planted in my brain forever. Perfect for the imaginary wank bank.

Ash pushes his head off the wall as I speed up, his cock grows bigger in my mouth and my eyes sting at the size. His eyes burn from green to black within a matter of seconds. "Bodi," he tightens his grip on my hair. "F-Fuck, yes. I'm so close."

Our eyes remain on each other, he breathes heavily and grunts. His hips buckle as hot, thick liquid hits the back of my throat. Over and over. So much fucking cum he dumps into my mouth.

His body quivers as I continue to suck, never slowing down. Those moans don't ease either and I can't help but feel proud inside because he sure looked like he was having a fucking amazing time.

I swallow his cum in one go and remove his cock from my mouth, one that's still very hard. Spit slips down my chin and Ash pants desperately, his eyes glazing over with a look of calmness and satisfaction.

Ash grazes his thumb across my chin, collecting the mixture of saliva and his cum and then he presses it against my lips and forces it into my mouth. I open and suck onto his thumb, Ash's eyes fixate on me like he's burning this experience into his memory. Not wanting to miss a single detail.

Then he grabs my face with his other hand and forces me up onto my feet, his lips coming down onto mine hard.

I grunt into his mouth and feel his arms wind around my neck and lace into the back of my hair. "Is that the first time you've sucked dick?" He grumbles deeply.

My eyes flick between his and I nod. "Yeah."

Ash looks down at my lips and then grins. Holy fuck, I am losing the will to live. "Well you're fucking amazing at it, I'll give you that."

There is a soft smirk that plasters across my lips and I kiss him again. "I'll take that gladly," I whisper.

After a few moments I step away and give Ash a chance to get his overalls back on, which I gladly watch because his stomach muscles ripple as he does so. Curving out all the toned shapes and definition, I want to lean forward and run my fingers over them one last time but I refrain.

"Did it live up to your fantasies?" Ash quirks an eyebrow as he does up the last few of his buttons.

"It exceeded them." I admit.

Ash smirks and glances down at the bulge underneath my overalls. "Need some help with that?"

"As much as I want that," I sigh deeply. "We've done barely anything today and I know Carol or one of the officers will walk through that door any given second."

"True," he shrugs in my direction. "I owe you."

He pushes off the wall and walks past me. "You don't owe me anything," I say over my shoulder.

"Well I want to," there is a glimmer of lust in his eyes. "I want to return the favour because like you, I've also fantasised of having my lips wrapped around your cock."

I part my lips and my chest quivers. "Guess the feeling was mutual."

"Oh, very mutual," the look on Ash's face could send me into an early grave.

The sound of gravel being crunched by tires rings in our ears, I raise my eyebrows to Ash and huff out a breath. "Told you so."

"Psychic."

An officer pops by to sign us out for the hours we've done, plus the extra hour we need to do as they arrived early. Trusting us completely to not pretend we did some work and leave earlier than usual but I didn't want to leave, being in Ash's presence makes me feel content.

When the officer leaves Ash turns to me with a loud exhale. "Should we just go?"

"Do you want to?"

His eyes roam over the living room and closes his eyes. "I hate this place."

"Do you hate it when I'm here?"

Ash's eyes snap open to meet mine and he shakes his head. "No," he says quietly. "It's better when you're here. I hate it when I get here first and I have to wait for you, that is my worst nightmare."

A small frown falls upon my lips. "Well I promise to get here early then so you don't have to be alone."

He blinks once and then twice, digesting my words like he can't believe that I've said them. "You don't have to do that, I just need to man up and stop being such a pussy when it comes to this place." His eyes roam again but they still look fearful.

"Let's just shift this shit," I say gesturing to the furniture that needs moving into the hall.

"Okay." Ash agrees and helps me to move the chairs and the tables.

"If we live in the same borough, why have I never seen you before?"

Ash's green eyes flick over my face. "I moved here when I was like thirteen or fourteen. I kept to myself in school and I didn't really go out to parties or whatever."

"What school did you go to?"

"I went to Oakwood Valley for boys. You?"

"Stonewall. It was a mixed school."

"Isn't that the really bad school?" Ash's lip quirks.

I nod and laugh. "The one and only."

"Can't say I know anyone from that school," he shrugs and I exhale a sigh of relief.

"You don't really want to know anyone from that school anyway. Including my friends."

Ash smiles back at me. "What's wrong with your friends?"

I ponder for a quick moment. There is absolutely nothing wrong with Elijah, he can meet Ash and I wouldn't panic but Reese and Ciara. Any of the other boys who know the history of me and Ciara, including Jules. It wouldn't end well if we were all in the same room.

"Nothing but they're just assholes sometimes," I say after a few moments. "I love them but can only handle a certain amount of time with them."

"That's fair," he nods.

"Right, shall we move this table and call it a day?"

"Most certainly."

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