The school day became almost unbearable as soon as we walked into class. The stares and whispers were completely obvious to me. Vincenzo made it a point to stand outside and wait for me in front of the classroom while his new friend Sam tried to distract Ashton unsuccessfully. I wasn't very moved, since him standing outside of the classroom could only mean he was kicked out of class for something.
"Where were you? You missed four classes already. The teacher kicked me out of class for being on my phone. But where did you go?" Vincenzo asked as he reached for my cheek. Ashton stopped him from touching me by grabbing his arm.
"His face hurts, don't touch him," Ashton insisted.
"Since when were you qualified to tell me anything?" Vincenzo glared back at Ashton. As usual the two were making the air heavy with tension. "I didn't think she would do that to you, Dan. And I know what you think, but I didn't tell everyone, Minnie did after I rejected her last night. I'm resisting making a big deal."
"It's truly not my business," I sighed. Still, I'm not going to tell you what I've been up too with Ashton for the past few hours, regardless if it was mostly talking."I don't blame you for what she does."
"Good!" Vincenzo smiled. "Lunch is about to start, my mother made some food if you want to share."
Apolonia was the best Italian cook next to Vincenzo's grandmother. Her food was definitely worthy of my stomach! "That sounds good."
Vincenzo's eyes brightened and he tugged me towards the cafeteria. "I'm going to go buy a lunch, I'll join you in a bit," Ashton said leaving my side for the first time since earlier. When he said this I could feel my palms start to get sweaty.
Alone with Vincenzo after I did what I did with Ashton!
Stop thinking so hard, Dan! Vincenzo's mother packed a huge lunch for us to enjoy! Focus on the food in front of you! I stuck a fork in some tortellini and took a few bites. The flavor was so rich! The mushrooms were cooked just right! The sauce was to die for!
"Is it that good?" Vincenzo chuckled as he watched me digging in.
"You'll find out after tasting it. Start with the sauce then the pasta..." I stuck my fork in some veggies that were packed on the side. Vincenzo took my hand so he could redirect the forkful of food into his own mouth.
Vincenzo squinted his eyes in enjoyment and licked his lips. Fucking smooth! "It is delicious."
I withdrew my fork and turned back to the food. People were staring at us and whispering, probably about what Minnie spread around school. Vincenzo was really sticking to it, I had to hand it to him. Still, how could he be so unhygienic! I'm just too embarrassed to voice my opinion.
I poked around the food and endured the peculiar feeling and the stares directed my way making me increasingly uncomfortable. Vincenzo kept making the same move with me every other bite! There wasn't that many meatballs left, so I decided to finally speak up.
"Should I buy more food? Or get a fork?" I asked him, slightly annoyed although this wasn't my food.
"It's ok," Vincenzo reached into his bag to pull out another packed lunch. "There's more meatballs in here. Mom said she packed all your favorites."
"Fucking A," I dug in.
"I can make all these dishes too, you know. Not as good as my mom, but I can do it," Vincenzo said. "Can I make you something this weekend?"
I'd only ever heard about Vincenzo cooking from his exs since they always deemed it necessary to brag about it to me. "I'd love to try your cooking!" I jumped at the opportunity. "I've always wanted to try it."
Vincenzo turned a bit red and showed me a stupid smile. "Well, then, I'll make sure to make it good. Meatballs and mushroom tortellini with some broccoli rabe."
"That'd be perfect."
"I'll make sure to learn everything you like," Vincenzo brushed my hair out of my face but didn't disturb me from eating again as he finally took up his own fork. "Eat as much as you like, mom said she put extra nutrients in this for you."
"Thanks."
"Where did you go with Ashton earlier?" Vincenzo asked again.
"I was in the nurses office," I won't tell him that the time was spent intimately. Vincenzo got close enough to doing that last time when we were alone. If I said anything, Vincenzo would drag me out of the cafeteria and....oh god! That's almost as hot as Ashton! "I wanted to hide out for a bit because I was a bit rattled and I didn't want to really deal with anyone's drama."
"I'm really sorry, I didn't think she would do that," Vincenzo told me sincerely. "I was only being honest about why I didn't like her since it wasn't the first time."
"It's not your fault, that girl is a psycho," I brushed him off. It's all your other exs approaching me as well that I'm worried about, idiot.
"Well, are you thinking about what we talked about last night?"
"I am thinking about it seriously."
"I'm not rushing you, but I'm going to step up the charm. I'm going to give Ashton a run for his money, you better believe it," Vincenzo declared. "Italians learn the language of love before anything else. So be ready."
"Ok," I mumbled. Vincenzo was laying it on thick! I still can barely believe that he wanted to flirt and be nice to me. It was a complete shock that he wanted to show it off to everyone as well! I honestly thought he would be more low key with everything he was doing. Now he wanted to cook for me this weekend!
"I said I wanted to hang out more, but are you uncomfortable with me?" Vincenzo asked.
"Not really, I just have a lot to think about," I admitted. "You and Ashton both want me to think about you guys, but I'm not even sure of my own feelings. That's why I need time to sort it out. It's not that I don't want to hang out with you...I'm just not sure what to do."
"I understand," Vincenzo lowered his head.
For the rest of the lunch period we had regular conversation about school and the other things going on in his life. It honestly felt like we were back in middle school again, on good terms. We laughed at stupid jokes and made fun of other people like old times.
Ashton joined us in the next class, but he looked really pissed off. Reason being, Sam Kim had gotten him into trouble for yelling at Minnie earlier and he had to do a lunch detention, which Vincenzo found just hilarious.
After school, Ashton led me away from the school parking lot explaining that his car was already picked up for him. While we waited for whoever was going to pick us up, Ashton kept his big heavy arm around my shoulders like he was shielding me from something.
"You smell like tomato's since earlier," he said after sniffing me.
"Yeah, I had some meatballs and pasta. The tomatoes were super good," I said. "Vincenzo's mom is a really good cook."
"Hm, as long as you enjoyed the food," Ashton huffed. I turned in the direction that he was peering in and saw a black car heading our way. It seemed to be extremely expensive as it smoothly pulled up in front of us.
Assassins? No, this is real life, not a comic book. Ashton is no gangster for real. Right?
Ashton leaned forward and opened the back door. I could smell the luxury of real leather seats and new car. "Get in." I looked at him in shock but he just nodded and motioned for me to climb inside. When I did, I made sure to be extremely careful. Every little thing looked so shiny and knew that I was afraid to dirty the car even with my shoes. Ashton slid in behind me and closed the door. "Home please, Morgan."
The older man driving in front said nothing and started to drive. "This looks so expensive. Is this a new kind of taxi?" I asked.
"No, my mom sent the driver," Ashton sighed. "I told them that you were coming over, so she insisted on us being picked up. She even sent someone to get my car so I couldn't refuse it."
"A driver?"
"It's a secret." Ashton smiled and pinched my ears. For the duration of the car ride, he never took his eyes off of me, leaving me to fidget around and wonder if there was something on my face. If there was, should I even be in such a luxurious car?
Plus looking at this luxurious cars real leather interior made me wonder how Ashton's parents were going to be. If they were stuck up rich people like in soap operas, I'd be in for a rough time. What if they tell me to stay far away from their son and threaten my life? Rich people can get away with anything right?!
"We're here," Ashton suddenly said. I kept my head down as I hurriedly stepped out of the car. But I was suddenly stepping on expensive looking marble tiles. To the outside viewer, the mansion would have seemed identical to any other in the prestigious neighborhood. Large curtained windows set in solid concrete walls and burnt red tiles on the roof. Stone statues guarded the entrance, a freshly trimmed lawn, flowering bushes and sunlight reflected off the surface of a fountain on a typical day.
"What the fuck?" I took in the amazing sight. This had to be the biggest home I had ever seen! Ashton didn't even look or act like the other rich kids in class. "And you claimed to be a farm boy! You fucking liar!"
"I am! Farming is a lucrative business," Ashton insisted while leading me inside. "My parents have just had lots of success in growing my grandparents business. They became major suppliers for several big chain grocery stores worldwide so there's a lot of business managing over 2,000 big farms."
"Wow!" A colossal couch occupied the living room along with the most recent TV released and one guy on it. His mouth full of chocolate ice cream, an older man devoured every word the TV presenter uttered. "Wow!" Next to him, an empty box of cookies and a bag of chips were thrown across the cushioned seats. A shiny wooden bookcase accommodated torn books sat to his left. "Wow!"
"I'm home, and I brought Danny," Ashton called out. The disheveled man snapped his head to look at us. As tired and worn out as he looked, he still showed us a big smile and rushed towards us. His uncle was only a little bit bigger than Ashton, but held the same playful energy and fierce face.
"Hello, I've heard so much about you! I'm happy to meet my sons boyfriend!" He shook my hand vigorously.
"Dad! He's not my boyfriend!" Ashton looked throughly embarrassed.
"Oh sorry, not yet, right?" Ashton's uncle laughed off the misunderstanding. "Nice to meet you, Dan. You've been taking good care of my son, I can't thank you enough."
"Um, it's no issue," I wasn't sure what else I could say at this moment. I was standing here with two rich happy domineering men welcoming me, looking like a moron. I'll admit, this countryman couldn't be anything but a cowboy. "He's a reliable guy, so really he's been the one taking care of me."
"Still, I must find a suitable gift for you! I've never seen my son so happy until he met you, so there must be a reward! Is there anything you want?" He asked.
"Just a nice meal," I said quickly. "Please, it's really nothing. Ashton is a great person, it's impossible for anyone to dislike him."
"So when will you two get married?" Ashton's uncles question made me flustered to the point that I couldn't speak again. Marriage?! What the fuck did Ashton tell his parents? I turned to Ashton who seemed equally as flustered as his face was completely pink.
"Dad! Seriously! I told you it wasn't like that now!"
"But he's the first person you brought home."
"Dad!"
"You said it wasn't like that yet. I thought you made it happen. I'm supporting you like how I'm supposed to, Ashton! Let me show you my socks-"
"No! Please stop it! I'm begging you to stop! I get it! You accept it! Please calm down," Ashton pleaded. This was getting funny, a flustered look on Ashton really didn't suit him. But I could still feel the loving family atmosphere through the teasing. His uncle was really trying hard to make it clear that he accepted Ashton being gay and it was really sweet.
"Fine, give him a tour, I'll see you two at dinner," Ashton's uncle returned to his paperwork after giving us a huge smile and a thumbs up. Ashton quickly pulled me away from the room and led me up a wide marble staircase. Even the railing of the stairs itself looked like it was worth more than mine and my dad's life.
The walls were plastered with pictures of a happy looking family mostly in a field. They looked like normal people, but were obviously well beyond that. I feel like I had just entered the twilight zone.
Ashton opened his door at the end of the luxurious hallway and ushered me into his room. The first thing I noticed was the absurd mountain of books scattered in messy piles all over. The room was simple enough, a small wooden bookshelf filled to the brim was near the door, the walls were a navy color while the door was pitch black. The bed was covered in fluffy pillows on top of embroidered covers, doughy blankets and crumpled bedsheets. It was tidy enough to show that he cared about the space, but messy enough to show that this is where he spent most of his time.
"This is my room," Ashton dropped his bag in a corner and sat on his bed.
"Your uncle-I mean your dad-"
"Please don't mind him. He's just happy that I'm actually interested in people instead of books for once, but I told him how much I like you," Ashton said. "I also told them that my intentions are to date you with marriage in mind."
"They don't care that you're gay? How did you tell them?"
"Well, a few years ago my dad asked if I was still a virgin. When I told him I was, he told me to have as much sex as possible before settling down. We both had some drinks that night. Anyway I went to sleep in my room, but pretty soon I was being woken up by him and another person, some girl. He said she knew what to then left us.
"She asked me what she should do so I asked her what was going on. She told me she was hired to sleep with me. She even asked me if I had any kind experience or not. I immediately told her that I was gay. It was the first time I said it out loud."
"Oh, wow," rich people sure had a weird way of doing things. "How did that conversation go?"
"Well....she asked me what if I'm a top or a bottom and if I was willing to go shower, she'd lick my butt," Ashton lowered his head. I could feel my amusement creeping up because of his embarrassing coming out story. "I told her no and sent her out. The next day my uncle apologized for getting her for me. The prostitute had told him I was gay and scolded him on my behalf. The next day, he felt so bad that he replaced all of his socks with rainbow colored ones to show his support. That's why he offered to show me his socks."
I stared at Ashton, looking for just any hint of this story being a joke. When I realized he was completely serious, I burst into laughter. "Rainbow colored socks?!" This family was absurd to another degree, yet the story was magnificently wholesome.
"He doesn't cheat, but he's not the smartest guy in the world. My mom was out of town so-"
"I get it. While the cats away, the dogs will play," I could feel my sides start to really hurt and I was losing my ability to breathe each second.
"You..."Ashton gently shoved my shoulder to try and get me to stop laughing. "What was your experience coming out?"
"My dad doesn't care about that stuff either. He thinks I should just wait until he dies to start dating," I rolled my eyes. I took a second to look at his books that were piled up around me. Everything was brain related in some way. "Did you really read all of these?"
"Yeah, I'd like to do something related to the brain in the future."
"You're a very good therapist," I pointed out.
"That involves talking to people, which isn't very easy for me. People wouldn't want to talk to me," Ashton said. "I was told that i need a friendlier face to even dream of that line of work."
I looked around the books a bit more. "I don't think so, I think your face is quite comforting to see. Whoever told you that is a liar."
"You think so?"
"Yeah," I said. While looking at his books I saw something interesting. Actually a few interesting hardcore things. "Kama Sutra? Topping book? Ultimate guide to kink-"
Ashton grabbed the books from my hand and threw them across the room at lightning speed. "Don't look at those! I mean, I don't look at those much!"
"So you like rough stuff?" I asked. Who knew our tastes in fap material was so similar? I picked up another book. "The New Topping Book? I'm starting to pick up a theme here."
"Just drop it, please. I don't want to scare you off! I'm into those kind of things because they turn me on to see but I've never tried anything! I might not even like it in real life!" Ashton defended himself.
"Are you an S?" I asked. Ashton blushed but looked away from me. I'll just assume his silence meant that he was indeed a sadist which really fit his look. I couldn't imagine Ashton begging to do anything, so he definitely couldn't be an M. "I've read these kinda things in comic book form."
"What point of view do you like?" Ashton mumbled.
"The bottom, duh," I confessed. In fact, I always felt like I wanted someone to do all those kind of things to me, I just wanted Vincenzo to do it before. But now I don't think I'd mind getting dominated by Ashton to some degree. Actually, I think it could be pretty hot to be at his mercy.
Ashton pulled me down so I was sitting on his bed with him. "I can kind of tell. When we were in the nurses office, you showed a complexly different side of you. It's really.....hot and slutty looking."
"I thought I was being normal." I blushed.
"No, you were being extremely erotic, and your body was begging for it, I could feel it. Your eyes were begging me as well." Ashton recounted. "It was painful that I couldn't give your body what it was asking for."
"How could you tell....I mean, how do you know?"
"Because you gave up control completely in favor of pleasure."
Ashton was a bit too observant. "I don't believe you." I told him stubbornly. In a flash, my back was against the bed. Ashton firmly held my two arms down so I couldn't resist him and started to kiss up my neck getting a slight moan from me. This time a bit more roughly.
"Immediately, your body will surrender to what I do, as long as there's some force behind it, like you want to give up control," Ashton suddenly bit my collar making me yelp in pleasure. Ashton just fucking marked me, and it made my entire body heat up and shiver like crazy. "Dan-"
"Don't stop, please!" I begged surprising even myself because of how desperately lewd I sounded. Upon hearing what I said, Ashton bit my collar again bringing up a more intense feeling. My toes curled up and legs were shaking uncontrollably. By the time Ashton went in for a kiss, I couldn't help bucking my hips a little from my climax.
"See, you want it badly, you came from me just biting you. And you're extremely sensitive. I know you want more, but you need to tell me exactly what you want," Ashton licked at the bites he put on me. Even I could tell that he was proud of leaving that mark on me. "Do you like pain?"
"No, but I liked what you did," I tried my hardest to catch my breath, but ultimately had to use my inhaler. Just because I wanted to be dominated so badly, I was freaking out. I knew I was horny, but I didn't know it was this bad.
When Ashton was sure I was alright, he slowly removed my pants before he moved me onto his lap so that I was straddling him. "Then you might like being bullied in bed. I can definitely do that to you, but it'll be because I want to see more of your erotic faces. You're still shaking too, like you want a lot more."
"I get it, I'm an M," I sighed. Ashton's big hands entered my soiled underwear. Everything he did to me I couldn't help but react to it, and he barely touched me. Ashton leaned forward and licked my shoulder where he had bitten tenderly as I groaned at the feeling. I used my free arm to reach up and pull myself closer by the belt of his slacks. Reaching between us, I undid Ashton's belt and trousers and pushed it down a bit along with mine until our hard groins were pressed together tightly. Pleasure coursed through us as I felt Ashton throbbing against me.
I moaned loudly as he suddenly pushed one cold finger into me and pumped it in and out of me. When did he lube it up? My back arched and I moved my hands up and down his length as he slid another finger in as well. The nerve endings there burned and sparked as Ashton stretched me out, and I couldn't help thrusting myself forwards onto him. Gripping me by the hip with his left hand, he forced a third finger in and I winced at the intrusion, though the pain faded soon enough.
"God Ashton.....ugh.....mmm!" I moaned. I've used my butt to masturbate before, but it never felt this good when I did it.
"God Dan, I'm so close. Come with me baby, I want to hear you scream my name."
"Scream? S-someone will hear me!" I protested.
"No one will hear you, so I want you to scream," Ashton growled sexily in my ear, but I defiantly shook my head. "If you won't do it, I'll make you."
With that, he bit down hard onto the crook of my shoulder again, triggering my orgasm. "ASH~AAAH!!!"My eyes rolled into the back of my head as the room seemed to fade away, waves of pleasure crashing down on me. Arching my back I tried to scream Ashton's name again as I came with him finishing a few seconds after me. Exhausted, my arms and legs buckled and I fell forward into our mess.
That felt fucking amazing! Everything felt extremely numb and pleasurable to me. I couldn't help but keep replaying the feeling of him touching my sweet spots over and over roughly with his large fingers and stretching me out. I'd have to try it myself later. Just his hands turned me into jello, now i just wanted anything he could give me.
Fuck, I'm still shaking!
"Yeah, definitely an M," Ashton removed his fingers from inside me much to my dissatisfaction. "If we keep going, I won't be able to stop."
I stayed still while the post nut clarity took over. We can't do more now even if I wanted too, because he made a promise to his parents. "It's ok....even though it was really good. I almost lost my mind from it."
"I like that sexy side you have," Ashton started to wipe us both off and slid my pants back up my numb legs. When he finished he grabbed my chin, not lightly either, forcing me to look into his eyes. "The force gets you really excited, doesn't it?"
"Yes." No use in denying it now.
"Good," Ashton tightened his grip a bit. "Don't ever show it to anyone else. You can only look that erotic in front of me. I don't want anyone else seeing this side of you, because I want you to be all mine, understand?"
"I understand," I whimpered not being able to stop my smile. This gap in personality was extremely sexy to experience in real life. Gentle Ashton had its perks, but Dominant Ashton just blew my socks off.
"Good," he let go of my face and gently fixed up our clothes. "I wasn't planning on going this far today actually. When you said you liked what I did, I couldn't help but want to test it out. In the end I had a hard time controlling myself."
"Do you like me that much?" I asked.
"Yeah, I do. I like everything about you, Dan."
"Even if I'm sick?"
"Chronic illness doesn't turn me off. If you're sick, I'll take care of you. If you want something, I'll get it for you. If you need someone, I'll be there for you. Even if you're sick, i still want to love you....did I say something wrong? I'm sorry."
I don't know why but I started to cry while Ashton said this. No one had told me that they were ok with me having my chronic illness before except my dad, but I wasn't sure why Ashton saying that made feel so relieved. Shit I knew it was ok to be sick already! It's because I never felt more safe and relaxed than I did now. I've never felt like I was so accepted after reveling everything I thought was a flaw.
"I don't deserve you, I can't offer you anything." I said through my tears. "You're way too good."
"The only thing I want is from you is to love me back and let me take care of you," Ashton wiped my tears from my face.
"You're way too direct," I turned away from him almost embarrassed.
"Do you not like me being direct with you?"
"It's more like, I'm not used to that sort of thing," I shook my head. "I'm not used to anyone liking the way that I am."
"Then I'll get you used to it. If all you did before was give your love, then from now on, please just be loved by me," Ashton pulled me into a comforting hug against him and stroked the back of my head. "For me, it was love at first sight, so I hope you'll come to love me as well. Please take your time until then."
I wasn't sure what I could say at this point to him, so I just hugged him back. We sat there peacefully as I tried to conjure up what I can possibly have to offer that would make him like me. I'm clumsy when it comes to giving things to people, but I just genuinely just want to see the joy on Ashton's face. How does anyone convey that feeling?
This was all getting really sweet to me. He really seemed to mean it when he said that he liked everything about me. To believe that someone could convey that they like me this much was almost impossible for me. I only thought this kind of shit was only possible in movies and shojo manga.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked him.
"I just want you to be clear about what I feel for you," Ashton told me. "I want to have all my firsts with you. I want you to experience what it's like to be loved by someone who genuinely loves you back."
The butterflies in my stomach took my entire body over. I'm not exactly sure what this feeling was but I feel like it was giving me heart palpitations. I should probably get myself to a hospital if this continues around him.
Ashton broke the hug and wiped whatever tears were left on my face. As I looked at him, I could feel myself calming down much more than I was anticipating. The Ashton Calming effect was still as strong as ever.
A knock sounded at the door breaking our prolonged stares. Ashton gently set me aside and opened the door. A tall slender brunette model like beautiful woman appeared at the door. She may have had the face of an Ice Queen, but it was one of the most beautiful faces I'd ever seen. "Sweetie, I've finished dinner, bring Daniel down quickly."
"Yes, Mom," Ashton said closing the door again and turning to me excitedly. "You're officially meeting the people who raised me. AKA, your future in-laws and dinner. Are you nervous?"
In-laws?! I blushed deeply at his cringey sentiments. "I'm not." I got up from his bed and walked over to the door where Ashton stopped me to pull up the zipper on my pants. "Get off me!"
"No need to be embarrassed," Ashton chuckled leading us down the luxurious marble stair cases to an even more impressive dining room. White flowers with silver sparkles adorned the end of the table as a final touch. The lights were dimmed low and classical music played in the background. A savory aroma filled my nostrils making me crave whatever was on the table.
"Wow!" I let out looking at the delicious spread in front of me. Roasted chicken, multiple bowls of vegetables, rice and steak were piled up high on the table as we sat down. Ashton's tired looking uncle trudged into the room and plopped down as his aunt brought out cups of water for everyone. "This looks so good."
"Please dig in, Danny! We've been dying to meet you, and now that I see you, I just want to feed you," Ashton's aunt squealed looking at me like I was a doll. "You're just adorable!"
I blushed at her words and picked up a steak to put on my plate. Before I could start to eat it, Ashton switched our plates. He had cut up a steak for me like I was some kind of princess.
"Ah, what a cute couple," his uncle sighed. "I used to feed my baby like that."
"Who told you to stop, shut up!" Ashton's aunt smacked the back of her husbands head and turned to me. "By the way, I'm Amanda and this slob is my husband, Chip. I'm happy that my Bubba finally brought such a good boy home! I was told that your grades are good enough to get into any college you want!"
"Ashton's pretty smart himself, when we study together, he learns quickly," I said. My words seemed to make her eyes light up.
"Yes! His grades got better this year and it's all thanks to you!" She put a chicken leg on my plate and smiled at me. "And he's smiling just like he used to! Before he just used to mope around about his face but he doesn't seem as depressed anymore."
"Let's not embarrass the boy while he's courting him, honey," Chip chimed in. "What's your father think about this?"
"He doesn't care," I said with a mouth full of food. Fuck the food was delicious!
"That's good, we'd like to meet him one day," Chip said.
"What are your hobbies?" His aunt and uncle continued to question me as I ate. Although I answered a lot of questions, I never once felt as if I was being interrogated by them. In fact, they seemed happier than Ashton to have me there as I could tell they wanted to get to know me really badly. In their questioning I could tell just how much they cared about Ashton.
"We have a lot of fun together," I told them once their questioning was over.
"This is so cute! Do you like my little Ashton?" His aunt looked me right in the eye eagerly. I knew this question was coming, but not so bluntly.
Still I answered her honestly. "Yes I do," I mumbled. Ashton dropped his fork but quickly recovered from my answer.
"Look at him blush, Amanda. Don't meddle with the boys." Chip said.
"But they're so cute!" Amanda squealed. "And you started meddling first so hush up!"
"Sorry, my wife likes Thai BL dramas too much," Chip excused his wife.
"Have you seen 2gether?" i impulsively asked her. Amanda beamed at me as if she had found a comrade and nodded.
"HIStory?" she asked? she listed off a few more titles, all of which i had watched over and over again. we went on just talking to each other about plots and character ships from our favorite dramas. As we spoke i could feel myself relaxing more and more.
Before anyone knew it, a hour and a half had passed and most of the food was gone, mostly eaten by the three giants I sat with.
"Are you still hungry?" Ashton asked offering up more vegetables.
"I can't, I'm about to burst," I said. I took a look at my phone and saw that my dad had texted me that he was home. "Plus I have to get going, my dad is home."
"I'll drive you home," Ashton said.
"Not after you ate that much, Morgan will take you so you don't fall asleep. You can't drive with the itis," Amanda snapped at Ashton. She whipped out her phone and started to type. "You'll endanger my precious BL buddy."
"Fine," Ashton sighed.
"Morgan's waiting outside," Amanda said. "It was a pleasure meeting you, hopefully I can meet you again as my sons boyfriend."
I ducked my head down in embarrassment and followed Ashton quickly outside and into the car that was driving me home. At this point, the effect of the luxury had long worn off.
"So?"
"Your parents are so normal, it's shocking. You told me everything but I was expecting us to be on a farm, not this! And a driver on top of that. You sure don't act like some rich kid," I pointed out. "You are just a shocking person hands down. You constantly throw me for a loop."
"Was it that bad?"
"Not at all! It was fun, I had fun getting closer to you and meeting your parents. Did you think I was lying when I said I liked you? I wasn't!" I spilled my guts. "This visit is just making me like you even more. I've never met anyone quite like you, that wanted to experience things with me or even take the time to talk things out with me. You opened my eyes to too many things today, including a new side of you that's pretty hot."
Ashton sat there red as a tomato trying not to look directly at me. What the hell was I saying? Did I have diarrhea of the mouth all of a sudden? I didn't just want to spill it all out, but it was my feelings or the food.
"Um...." Ashton tried to speak but shook his head. "Um-"
"Spit it out!"
"I'm really glad you liked it!" Ashton said a bit to loudly causing me to jump. "I've never done this before so I'm really happy that my efforts are paying off. I'm so happy that you got along with my mom as well. She totally loves you now."
"You thought I wouldn't?"
"You're impossible to not get along with! But I was obviously a lot more nervous than you!" Ashton look out of the window. It was actually really cute how flustered he could get over the littlest of things. It made me appreciate how hard he was trying even more. I really liked that a lot.
I really like Ashton.
"I'd like to come over again."
"Then, let me hold your hand," Ashton kept his eyes firmly looking out of the window but kept his arm outstretched. I took it without much hesitation and interlocked our fingers. The rest of the ride was quiet and peaceful. I sat there being comfortable while Ashton drew patterns on my hand with his thumb, which felt really nice.
I'm not sure exactly when it happened, but I find everything he did endearing. It's hard to be wary of a guy who's so comfortable to be around. I wasn't even into having a friendship with him at first, though now I can't even remember why. He's got me absolutely hook, line and sinker.
Like the gentleman he was, he walked me to the front door when we pulled up to my house. I called out to my dad, but he didn't answer, so I invited him inside.
"Thanks for a really good day," I said. "Your mom and I have to watch some dramas together."
"As long as you don't forget about me," Ashton pouted. How could I? When we entered the living room, Ashton put his hands around my waist and spun me around to face him. "This is where I kissed you last time."
I gulped taking a step back only to fall over the arm of the couch, unintentionally pulling Ashton down with me as he lost his balance. He landed right on top of me and immediately started to apologize.
"It's ok, you're just a bit heavy," I chuckled.
"Danny, I'm here! Why's the door open-" my dads voice stopped as he looked at Ashton and I in horror.
"Dad." I looked at him not expecting him to stay in shock for so long. I guess we were in a bit of a compromising position at the moment where it looks like Ashton just pushed me down and was about to violate me. Before I could explain, Dad walked over and, with one hand and the most amount of strength I'd ever seen him use, he flung Ashton off of me sending him flying back roughly into a wall.
"I'm sorry, I've been working too much haven't I? You must've been lonely without your father around." He smiled at me.
"Dad!" I freaked out while looking to see if Ashton was alright. Geez, my dad could barely move a couch, how could he be strong enough to do that with a smile? Has my father lost his fucking mind? "He hit the wall pretty hard!"
"Ah, my left arm hurts so much it's as if I just punched away the biggest pest of the century! I wonder if I'm just working too much," I could see a vein popping from my dad's forehead as he rotated his shoulder. "I could sure use some hot tea."
"I-I'll make it for you!" Ashton offered, but in lightning speed, my dad kicked the wall right next to Ashton's face before he could move. "AHH!! I'M SORRY!!!"
"Oh my, I seem to have found the biggest pest! The one that's been putting the moves on my little boy!" My dad sounded pissed so I jumped up and tried to drag him backwards to no avail.
"Dad, please calm down!"
"How can I? He put the moves on you so smoothly and has the guts to get on top of you on a couch? In my fucking house? Is he a player? He looks like he's fooled around with more girls than he has fingers and toes." Dad was turning into a steamed tomato the more he spoke.
"No! I never fooled around before! I sincerely think of your son as someone I want to be with forever!" Ashton defended himself.
"Dad, please stop it! We fell, nothing happened!" I snapped.
My dad turned back to me and grabbed my shoulders. "Where were you?"
"At Ashton's house, meeting his family. They want to meet you too! Again, nothing happened dad!" I insisted. "You can't just attack someone like that. Are you ok Ashton?"
"Yeah, I've had worse," Ashton stood up. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Cunningham. I do like your son and I want to date him seriously but what you saw just now was a complete misunderstanding."
"Shut up! I don't like you!" dad answered childishly. I face palmed in embarrassment as Ashton looked completely taken aback by my drama Queen father. "It's too soon for my child! Why do you have to date anyone? Just stay with daddy forever."
"Get a life old man!" I scolded. "Get a girlfriend and stop this! You're acting like you're twelve in front of a guest! What's wrong with you? Have you no shame!"
"But Dan-"
"Please control yourself," I finished before turning my attention to Ashton. "Sorry about him, please get home safely."
"I will, I'll text you when I get home," Ashton blew me a kiss and rushed out of my house at lightning speed. My dad was too stubborn to turn around and see.
"He's gone, dad," I said. "What the hell was that?"
"I just saw red when I saw the kid on top of you! You're my innocent little boy, and I'd like you to stay that way and stop growing up," dad whined. "I used to be your hero and you did what I said, what happened?"
"I grew up! I like Ashton," I admitted to his horror. "I went to his house and met his parents as well, and they like me a lot too."
"I need a drink," my dad rubbed his temples. "I need a drink now."
"I'll pour you something."
"No, just go to your room or something, I need to process how to cope with all this."
"Cope with what?"
"You having feelings!" he looked as though I had shattered his beliefs in everything. "I want to get the image of my poor baby boy being molested out of my head."
"He wasn't molesting me dad! I told you already that Ashton is a good boy! Besides it's not like I can get pregnant," I tried. "I would like you to come eat at his house one night."
"No." Dad said immediately. "I don't want to go to a farm."
"Actually, it's not a farm. It's like walking through a marble castle," I corrected him and went on to explain the absurdly huge mansion that Ashton lived in and that his aunt and uncle owned over 2000 farms and basically everything we were eating came from their farms. I explained how Ashton's room was filled with books about psychology and anatomy as he was aspiring to be a doctor. "The guy almost gave up because he thinks his face is scary, but I told him the pep talk you usually give me and he might just give it a try."
My dad seemed to take this into serious consideration. "You really like him, don't you?"
"What makes you say that?" I asked him.
"Look at your face, it just lights up when you talk about that kid. He's such a dummy but I can see that you like him, you little brat!"
"Maybe."
"You're grounded forever." He tried.
"I'll move out, Ashton will let me move in with him." I rebutted.
"Rich people, huh? Ashton doesn't act like those rich kids at your school, so I guess he's alright. A rich guy? I'm going to have rich in-laws."
"I think you're focusing on the wrong thing here. The money doesn't matter, Ashton's a good boy with a spotless background and good parents! That was my point!"
"Rich in-laws are great investors! I can finally get that pool table I've been thinking about," my dad wasn't listening to me at this point. He was just daydreaming about living a more fun life. "Of course I won't be shameless. I'll bring something that looks expensive so we won't look like we're lacking ourselves. Us middle class people have our pride as well, though I might ask for help on my car, and they'd better not look down on me for that..."
I tuned my dad out and breathed a sigh of relief. Crisis averted, and he didn't bring up homeschooling this time as a threat. As long as my dad focused on the fact that Ashton was rich, I was in the clear from dads nagging.
I do like Ashton. But I'll confirm that after eating with Vincenzo tomorrow. Yeah, I'll know for sure tomorrow.