The Lake House Ch. 03

As it turns out, it hadn't been all that hard to persuade Clay to drive them to Lake Norman, offering gas money and to pay for the first round of six packs upon arrival. Of course, it meant they were on the road before seven the next morning, and getting up had been... hell.

After dinner the night before, Asher had ridden James chest hard, leaving him with a facial so copious that James had had to wash his hair afterwards. Asher had felt bad - kinda - but when your boyfriend has his tongue stuck out, begging to get blasted like that you just don't say no. Between that and the look of complete and utter satisfaction on Jay's face afterwards, it had been totally fucking worth it.

The roughest part was getting packed afterwards, because neither of them wanted to move. Whether or not there's enough underwear in their suitcases, Asher can't be sure. The priority had been lube, condoms, and a couple of their choicest sex toys. Cock rings and a Fleshjack for Jay, dildos and a favorite ball weight for Asher. Good, basic stuff that should keep them more than amused during their week away.

"Guys, we're almost here." Asher's eyes open slowly, picking up his head from James' shoulder, trying to catch up on the rest he'd been denied that morning. "Sean, baby, wake up."

Asher kisses James's neck and rubs his chest, easing him awake. With a grumble James opens his eyes and stretches his arms behind him, exposing a strip of ripped belly and treasure trail that Asher wants to explore at the first possible chance.

"We're here already?" James sits up a little more, reaching for Asher's hand and rubbing his thumb over his knuckles. "Shit, how long was I asleep?"

"Long enough to miss stopping to buy a bong and breakfast." Clay grins at him in the rearview mirror, and James flips him off.

"Hey, leave him alone, we worked hard last night." Asher shares a look with James, all heat and pleasant, dripping wet memories. James licks his lips back at him, squeezing his fingers a little more tightly.

"I don't know, Clay, would you say that titty fucking really counts as work? Felt a lot more like a good time to us." Sean's eyes crinkle in a grin from behind his sunglasses, reaching over to touch Clay's forearm and stroke along the veins that are just always fucking there.

"When you come as much as Asher does it is." James's tone is so perfectly casual that it catches Asher off guard - that sort of talk is normally reserved for Asher's ears alone. "Like trying to dodge a fucking firehose."

Asher's cock hardens in his sweats, and he reflexively closes his legs. "Thanks for the comparison Jay."

James smiles at him and reaches over to rub his thigh, promising whatever the hell Asher wants from him later. They're on vacation, any "rules" that exist seem to be getting ignored, like feeling up your boyfriend in the back seat of your buddy's car.

"Hey, wait til we get inside. I'm not cleaning spunk off my windows again." Clay does at least attempt to sound serious, and Asher wants to ask him just why he had to do so in the first place.

Still, it doesn't stop him from copping a feel of whatever he can reach of James as they unload their bags and move everything inside, the sound of the lake lapping at the nearby shore a gentle counterpoint as they laugh, tease and joke about God knows what. Already Asher feels relaxed, loose limbed and giddy that he's got James away from school, studying, and other stuff that unfortunately takes up his time.

Yeah, he's jealous of James's time, but so fucking what?

The second they've claimed one of the four bedrooms for themselves (complete with a huge, four poster king sized bed and a picture window that looks out over the lake) and dropped their bags, Asher pushes James down on the bed and straddles him, slipping his tongue into his mouth and pinning James's arms above his head.

James hums contentedly as Asher licks his mouth open, as glad for the sudden, intense closeness as Asher. Ever since Jay's little remark about him coming like a firehose, it's all Asher's been able to think about, the first possible chance to get off with him.

"Well good fucking morning to you." James wriggles free and flips them, laughing as Asher tries to escape and then allows himself to be pulled back in. "Just where do you think you're trying to go?"

Asher rubs Jay's chest, hands under his hoodie and t-shirt to get at his nipples. "Nowhere, I hope - and what's with the mouth, huh? Not like you to talk like that in front of other people."

James shrugs and dips his head to kiss the column of Asher's throat, his stubble scraping against his skin and making Asher sigh with pleasure. "Guess that little heart to heart with Clay yesterday made me think. No point in hiding how much I want my fucking boyfriend."

It's been almost two years since they happened, and it still makes a thrill run down Asher's spine every time. "Well whatever it is, don't fucking stop. Not fair to keep that dirty fucking mouth all to ourselves, now is it?"

James growls and kisses him again - hard. Asher manages to direct them towards the pillows and get his hands in the vicinity of Jay's hips, clinging on tight and rutting against Jay's cock. It's pure, simple friction, and neither of them are above some dry humping to get things started.

Doesn't mean he can't get his hands on even more of James's skin. Asher pulls at the hem of his sweatshirt, easing it forward off of his torso until both that and his t-shirt are in a pile on the floor next to the bed.

James braces himself on his hands above Asher, looking down so that his long hair is tickling Asher's cheeks. "What's the plan, babe?"

Asher shrugs, scraping his fingernails lightly down James's sides. "Does there have to be one? Kinda like what we were doing." To add to his point, Asher grinds their hips together again, his sweats getting pulled lower still.

The sudden, loud rap of Clay's knuckles on their half open door is enough to make them both jolt. "Hate to interrupt, but Sean and I are gonna try this out if you wanna join." Clay holds up the bong and wiggles it, eyes glued on James's half exposed backside. "Thought it might loosen everyone up after so long in the car."

James looks at Asher, agreement questioned and answered with just a raise of eyebrows. "We'll be down in a second."

Clay disappears and leaves them alone, only Asher isn't exactly moving to get up. "Can always smoke later, Jay."

"Yeah, but you know how I get when I'm high - you really wanna pass up on that?" James reaches down and cups Asher through his sweats, squeezing his balls and rolling them as much as he can.

"Your arguments are always too fucking strong." Ash doesn't want to be let up yet but alright, yes, fine - when James's inhibitions are loosened up, it's always a good time.

James doesn't bother to put his shirt back on, and his sweatpants are riding dangerously low on his hips as they return to the living room. Clay and Sean are already on one half of the l-shaped couch, wearing nothing but gym shorts and eager expressions. It's not really any colder here than it was in Wilmington, so Asher strips off his t-shirt and tosses it over the back of the couch.

"All this beefcake on display and my hands may start wondering." James bites his lips in the direction of Clay as he possessively wraps an arm around Asher's body. "What do you think, Ash, should we buy what they're offering?"

Clay bites Sean's shoulder as Sean finishes packing the bowl of the bong, white teeth flashing and making Asher gulp quietly. "Don't know if we're sellin' anything just yet, pal - we're just smoking together."

Asher's hand slips down James's back and slides under the top of his sweats, trying hard to find the waistband of his underwear - only to come to the realization that Jay isn't fucking wearing any.

How did he miss that when he got dressed this morning? Either way, Ash isn't complaining.

"Feels like you forgot somethin' Jay." Asher leans over and kisses the back of his ear, listening with pleasure to the soft moan James lets out.

"Easier access for you, Ash - no point in letting boxers get in the way of a good time."

Asher kisses him, slow and wet, tongue licking across Jay's mouth until Clay clears his throat and throws a quarter from his pocket at them.

"What?" James lets Asher go from where he was hauling into his lap, hard-on completely and totally obvious where his sweats are tented up. James doesn't seem to mind that all eyes are on him, nor that Clay and Sean are starting to drool a little at the sight of him.

"Nothing, just that you two are... nothing." Clay lights up and seals his mouth over the end of the bong, smoke filling the clear glass and disappearing into his admittedly very pretty, bright pink mouth. Asher can almost taste it with him, the sweet, almost gentle taste penetrating deep into his lungs and overloading his system with endorphins.

Clay tilts his head back and exhales slowly, eyes closed and body relaxing as he does. "Sean, this is really good shit - you want next hit?"

"Nah, me and Ash sampled some yesterday at the park." Sean winks at Ash, knowing full well they could have been caught.

It hadn't stopped them in the least, and yeah, it's one of the best fucking highs Ash had had in a long time.

"Aw, no fair babe." Clay kisses Sean on the cheek and passes the bong off to James, fingers brushing as he does so. "Thought you would at least save it a little longer."

"Hey, when Mufasa says something's good, it's good." Sean does Asher one better and rests his hand right on top of Clay's crotch, squeezing him through his shorts as Clay sprawls out a little more.

King of the fucking world.

Ash's cock gets harder as he feels another trickle of precome stick to the inside of his boxers. "You sure this is okay to do in your grandma's living room?"

"Who do you think rolled my first joint?" Clay doesn't talk much about his family, but Grandma Sue comes up fairly often in conversation. Asher has never met her but it sounds like the lady knows how to fucking party. "And uh... bought me my first box of condoms when she found out Sean and I got together."

"There's a story there, I'm sure." James takes the bong and the lighter, grinning at Clay. "And as much as you've talked about her, you gotta let us meet her one day man."

"Maybe at the wedding."

Asher doesn't miss how Clay puts his arms around Sean's shoulders and squeezes him tightly. If anyone is gonna be together until they're both grey and permanently in a rocking chair, it's them.

Looking at the two of them next to each other, it's easy to see why people call them a cute couple; there's a lot less height difference between Clay and Sean than there is between himself and Jay. Asher barely touches six feet while James, at last measurement, was six five. Makes wall fucking a hell of a lot more viable for damn sure. Clay and Sean are still built for football, all shoulders and upper body strength, with thighs to fucking dig in and run.

It took Ash a long time to get to moderately toned, while James seems to grow a new muscle every week. Don't get him wrong - Ash fucking loves every flex of Jay's fucking magnificent biceps and pecs - but a small part of him wishes he wasn't quite so... twinky.

Of course, getting picked up and fucked within an inch of his life by James allays that discomfort every fucking time.

James had stopped to pack a little more in the bowl, holding the lighter to it as he cradles the bong in one veiny, long fingered hand. Asher puts his hand on his stomach and slips it down into Jay's sweatpants right as he takes his rip, curling his fingers around James's wet, hard cock as he inhales.

The gasp of surprise from not only James but Sean and Clay is fucking worth it.

James exhales slowly, grinning ear to ear. "Way to just take what you want there, babe."

"Think you should do it more often, Ash." Sean licks his lips at them, his hand in Clay's shorts and obviously stroking his cock, soft little moans coming from Clay that sound an awful lot like Sean's found his sweet spot.

"Yeah well... before I do anything I want a hit of that stuff." There's more than enough weed left, and James holds the bong steady as he lights it and Asher takes a long, deep hit, even better now than it was yesterday when he smoked with Sean in the park. He can feel it penetrating deeply into his lungs, warming every blood vessel and carrying heat down to his toes, his hand still in James's sweats and getting coated with precome.

He exhales, letting the pretty, almost white cloud hang over him before turning his gaze back to James.

Neither Sean or Clay are moving, their attention fixed on the two of them. "That shouldn't be nearly that hot to watch you two smoke." Sean's not exactly trying to hide what he's doing to Clay anymore, Clay's shorts pulled down to the tops of his thighs and his cock out in all its glory.

No fucking wonder Sean's always walking funny in the morning.

Ash takes a good, long look at Clay's body as he passes off the bong to Sean, settling back beside James and pulling his own sweats down a bit. "Yeah, he's got a sexy fuckin' mouth on him doesn't he?"

James comes in for a kiss that manages to prove Asher's point a million fucking times better than any words he could put to it.

It doesn't take long for everyone's pants and underwear to end up around their ankles, the bong getting passed around twice more, the room filled with sweet smelling, whitish smoke that's got to be some sort of fucking aphrodisiac; Ash's fingers are covered with James's precome, and he isn't far behind himself, listening to the soft, slick noises his cock makes every time James's palm rubs his crown.

"Didn't think this would turn into a circle jerk." Clay's gentle, Piedmont accent sounds like fucking music, and Asher feels his spine tingle.

"Don't think anyone's complaining, Clay." James moans, Asher's fingers playing with his foreskin between strokes. "Can't say it's exactly a bad fuckin' view from over here."

"Hey, Ash?"

Ash opens his eyes up a little more and looks over at Sean, blissed the fuck out and looking like he's sitting on top of the world with Clay's thick cock in his hand. "Yeah?"

"Your boy's got a nice fuckin' dick."

Ash can feel James blush and try to kiss away his embarrassment, lavishing Asher's neck and ears. Hell, James is weird enough about when he compliments him but hearing it from someone else, well... he's gonna be beet fucking red for the rest of the day.

"Goddamn right he does." Ash lets go of himself to give more attention to James, rubbing his palm right over the slit and making James groan. He feels his own dick drip more, eased by the weed and feeling of "not home, rules don't apply."

"Think you can make him come, Ash? Was fuckin' hot when he blew all over himself yesterday, kinda want to see it again." Clay keeps grabbing the base of his cock, trying to stop himself from finishing too soon.

James turns his head so that his mouth is right against Asher's ear, breath warm and tingling against his skin. "Got an idea, babe."

Asher loves ideas.

Especially ones whispered in that tone of voice.

"Spill, Jay."

"Think it'd be hot it they came all over me."

Holy fucking hell.

"You sure?"

James nods and bites at Asher's ear, making Asher's orgasm creep that much closer. "Extremely."

Ash looks at Clay and Sean, then back to James. "Me first - always."

James's eyes get darker at the sharp, possessive note in Asher's voice but hell, anything that turns him on more isn't something he's going to knock. "Hey guys? James wants something from you."

"What's up?" Clay leans forward, listening intently.

"Do him a favor and uh, blow on him. Right on his tits." Asher rubs James's chest as he gets to his knees and Ash stands in front of him, James looking up at him with such complete adoration that it shouldn't be fucking legal.

Whether he's doing this for himself or for Asher, he'll have to ask later. Right now, Ash is so fucking close that it's all he can do to touch his cock.

"C'mon, Ash, shoot all over me." James tilts his head back, lips pink and wet from licking them continually. He's a perfect fucking centerfold, hunk of fucking eternity if he wants to be.

Ash comes hard enough for it to make a soft thump against Jame's chest and neck, shuddering and struggling to say upright as wave after wave of pleasure courses through him, leaving James dripping from chest to pubes and leaning down to kiss him filthily before he has to sit down on the couch and watch the fucking porno about to finish unfolding in front of him.

"You always come that much?" Clay takes his place in front of James, holding the base of his big fucking dick with one hand and stroking just under and over the head with the other, looking down into Jame's wide, lust-blown blue-gray eyes. "Because goddamn that was a lot."

"Just what he does to me." Ash reaches out and strokes Jame's hair, giddy at the jock-fuel, muscle and body hair scene in front of him. "Can't help but fucking blow like that."

"Yeah, normally he aims for the face-"

James gets cut off by Clay's sudden, messy orgasm, blasting him square in the chin and mouth, pump after pump of thick, white come catching and plastering Jame's scruff to his jaw and cheeks. Ash feels his cock jolt, taken aback by how fucking hot his boyfriend looks taking another guy's load.

It's not exactly aimed at those gorgeous pecs but hell, Asher isn't going to complain about watching a good facial.

"Holy shit." Clay looks like he doesn't quite believe he just came that much, milking his dick and squeezing out the last few drops, James on his knees and cracking open an eye to look up at him and lick the come off his mouth.

Asher dives in and cleans it up for him, quick and sloppy, before sitting back and watching Sean. Clay's come is fucking sweet, and it doesn't bother him in the least that he now has a comparison for what James tastes like. God, they're in it now, aren't they?

Sean does at least aim where James had intended in the first place and soaks James's body, Clay standing behind him and keeping him steady as he unloads. James looks fucking hot covered in his friend's spunk, running his fingers through the drippy mess and sucking them clean, still stroking his own leaking cock.

It's enough to get Asher hard again, stroking his dick and watching James get ready to finish himself off.

"Think I deserve just a little bit of revenge for that." James stands up and gestures to Clay, using his I'm gonna top the shit out of you voice. "Seems like some people can't fucking aim."

"You sayin' that fair's fair, big guy?" Clay gets on his knees and wets his lips, drop dead sexy with those blue eyes looking up at James in worship.

"Goddamn right - wanna help me out, babe?" James grabs Asher and pulls him to his side, kissing the hell out of him and placing his hand on the lower half of his dick, right below his own.

James doesn't even look at Clay as he blows his load, sucking on Asher's tongue and trying his hardest to not go down, drained so completely that he has to lean against Asher once he's finished.

Clay's face is streaked with come, his right eye closed against the drops running down from his forehead. "We gonna call that even, James?"

"Think so - need help?"

Sean's there in a second, hands under Clay's arms and turning in to lick up the mess James made of his boyfriend. Ash does the same thing and bends over to lick James from navel to mouth, pushing him back to the couch and straddling his lap as he rubs himself over James' still hard cock.

"You are a dirty fucking slut, Jay." Asher bites at James's bottom lip, still high as hell and feeling like he could just melt into his embrace. "Fuckin... hell, Jay, I don't have words."