the group.
"God, have you ever seen a bigger collection of suck-ups in your life?" an oddly familiar voice to his right asked.
Justice turned and stared at a man in one of the most outlandish costumes he'd ever seen. Mostly gold, with some brief appearances of white and black, the outfit looked like Aladdin meets Showgirls. A white mask, with gold accents completely obscured the man's face, and a big feather-topped turban covered his head. It still only took Justice a few moments to recognize who it was.
"Oh, my God! Ashton, what are you doing here?" Justice hissed, as he dodged a glance from side to side.
"I had to see you."
"So, you decided to crash a police-sponsored party. Are you crazy?"
Due to the mask, Justice couldn't see Ashton's face, but a warm chuckle told him how humorous the other man found the situation. Justice put a hand over his own mostly clad face as he let out a groan.
"You must be certifiably crazy. That can be the only possible explanation."
"I've been accused of that more than once in the past."
Justice peeked out from between his fingers. "You do realize that you're going to be in a ton of trouble if somebody discovers you're here?"
"After what happened to you earlier today, I wanted to check up on you, plus we need to talk."
"You could have just texted me."
Despite himself, Justice couldn't help but feel touched that Ashton willingly took such a big risk just to see him. Justice darted a glance at his father and brother, relief flowing through him when he noted they were still hip deep in ass-kissing mode. Then again, with the way things usually went at these thing they wouldn't notice Justice for the rest of the night period. So long as he kept to the corner and didn't call attention to himself, he may as well have been a lamp for all they cared. So if he were to say...take off for some fun of his own, they would never be the wiser.
He ran his tongue over his torn bottom lip as he debated his next move. If Ashton could take a risk, then the least Justice could do is return the favor. Plus, hadn't he just that day realized that he'd never get his father's approval? So why in the hell should he keep trying so hard to please the man?
No, more! At that moment, Justice realized he needed to grow up and live life by his own terms and rules. He didn't want to have to continue to exist under a suffocating blanket of fear.
"Follow me," he whispered to Ashton.
Justice led him to an empty conference room. After shutting the door behind them, Justice carefully flipped the lock. Ashton slipped off his mask and turban, then set them on the enormous table, which occupied most of the room. While the lights were off, the full moon shone through the large widows. That made it so Justice could make out each and every feature on the man he'd grown to care for so deeply.
He only took his gaze off Ashton long enough to take off his own mask and toss it to the side. Ashton ran his tongue over his lips as he stared back at Justice, the desire in the man's eyes was unmistakable.
"You look so fucking hot right now," Ashton finally said.
Justice laughed as he gestured to his outfit. "In this? I look like a demented canary."
Ashton slowly walked forward until they were only inches apart. "We really need to talk."
"Later. I want you to fuck me first."
It gave Justice some satisfaction to see the look of pure shock crossing Ashton's face. "Right here?"
"I would prefer if you bent me over the table, but if you want to drop to the ground on this specific spot, I won't argue. Just so long as I get your cock in me."
Ashton blinked a few times. "Aren't you afraid that we'll get caught? No offense, but before now you were terrified for us to even be seen talking in public. Now you want me to take you in the conference room of a very busy hotel?"
Justice leaned forward for a wet, hot, open-mouthed kiss that left them both breathless. It hurt his lip a bit, but the pleasure was well worth it. Sill keeping their
"God, have you ever seen a bigger collection of suck-ups in your life?" an oddly familiar voice to his right asked.
Justice turned and stared at a man in one of the most outlandish costumes he'd ever seen. Mostly gold, with some brief appearances of white and black, the outfit looked like Aladdin meets Showgirls. A white mask, with gold accents completely obscured the man's face, and a big feather-topped turban covered his head. It still only took Justice a few moments to recognize who it was.
"Oh, my God! Ashton, what are you doing here?" Justice hissed, as he dodged a glance from side to side.
"I had to see you."
"So, you decided to crash a police-sponsored party. Are you crazy?"
Due to the mask, Justice couldn't see Ashton's face, but a warm chuckle told him how humorous the other man found the situation. Justice put a hand over his own mostly clad face as he let out a groan.
"You must be certifiably crazy. That can be the only possible explanation."
"I've been accused of that more than once in the past."
Justice peeked out from between his fingers. "You do realize that you're going to be in a ton of trouble if somebody discovers you're here?"
"After what happened to you earlier today, I wanted to check up on you, plus we need to talk."
"You could have just texted me."
Despite himself, Justice couldn't help but feel touched that Ashton willingly took such a big risk just to see him. Justice darted a glance at his father and brother, relief flowing through him when he noted they were still hip deep in ass-kissing mode. Then again, with the way things usually went at these thing they wouldn't notice Justice for the rest of the night period. So long as he kept to the corner and didn't call attention to himself, he may as well have been a lamp for all they cared. So if he were to say...take off for some fun of his own, they would never be the wiser.
He ran his tongue over his torn bottom lip as he debated his next move. If Ashton could take a risk, then the least Justice could do is return the favor. Plus, hadn't he just that day realized that he'd never get his father's approval? So why in the hell should he keep trying so hard to please the man?
No, more! At that moment, Justice realized he needed to grow up and live life by his own terms and rules. He didn't want to have to continue to exist under a suffocating blanket of fear.
"Follow me," he whispered to Ashton.
Justice led him to an empty conference room. After shutting the door behind them, Justice carefully flipped the lock. Ashton slipped off his mask and turban, then set them on the enormous table, which occupied most of the room. While the lights were off, the full moon shone through the large widows. That made it so Justice could make out each and every feature on the man he'd grown to care for so deeply.
He only took his gaze off Ashton long enough to take off his own mask and toss it to the side. Ashton ran his tongue over his lips as he stared back at Justice, the desire in the man's eyes was unmistakable.
"You look so fucking hot right now," Ashton finally said.
Justice laughed as he gestured to his outfit. "In this? I look like a demented canary."
Ashton slowly walked forward until they were only inches apart. "We really need to talk."
"Later. I want you to fuck me first."
It gave Justice some satisfaction to see the look of pure shock crossing Ashton's face. "Right here?"
"I would prefer if you bent me over the table, but if you want to drop to the ground on this specific spot, I won't argue. Just so long as I get your cock in me."
Ashton blinked a few times. "Aren't you afraid that we'll get caught? No offense, but before now you were terrified for us to even be seen talking in public. Now you want me to take you in the conference room of a very busy hotel?"
Justice leaned forward for a wet, hot, open-mouthed kiss that left them both breathless. It hurt his lip a bit, but the pleasure was well worth it. Sill keeping their
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