all access pass

Liv blew him a kiss as she disappeared into the bathroom. She studied herself in the mirror for several moments and took a deep breath. While she had been all for this moments ago, her nerves were quickly setting in.

Reeling herself in, Liv turned the water on and got down to work. She brushed her teeth with a finger and then got to work applying the limited make up she had. A simple cat eye and some gloss would do.

“All yours!” she called, heading for the living room to change. Her hair was half up and the rest fell in messy waves. “Hey, do you have socks I can wear?” she asked, making her way to the bedroom and pulling her shirt over head.

He was still pondering his clothing choices, rubbing a finger beneath his lip as he thought, when Liv made a reappearance. Her question was, thankfully, an easier request to fulfill.

“Uh, yeah. I should have something.” With a quick step over and a flick of the wrist, he had the dresser drawer open. A black pair of low cut ankle socks withdrawn and tossed to Liv. “Might be a bit big, but you’ll live. And actually...while you’re here, what do you think?” 

       As he describes his musical experience Rosemary beams with a huge smile on her face. “Aw, you’re being modest! I bet you’re amazing, and Dahlia will absolutely love you. All she does is sing around the house.”

Eyes fell down as his body was slowly revealed, in the same rhythmic fashion as it had been just over a half hour ago. Seeing it up close elicited the same- if not more dramatic- reaction as before, heart racing and face blushing all simultaneously. His hands came up and he slid them down his body again, now able to see what he had been touching. 

As the distance had been closed between the two, and his shoulders were grabbed on to, he bit the inner part of his lip and let out a small hum with a nod to match. His own head turned so his lips could touch the other’s cheek just the same. He smiled through his words, a soft mutter meant for the two of them and the two of them only, “Only thing that’d make it better would be to get these off. Then we’d be up to speed, right?” he asked, his hand slipping down his back until fingers could grip tight to his ass and draw him closer. Their bodies were pressed tight together under Andrew’s control.

Which, was not usual. Andrew preferred Ashley having control in that moment, and it seemed - at least to him- that he preferred having it. He would blame it on a force of habit, having to fill the dominant role. The only thing much different with Ashley, he could feel, was while his hands were tight on his body, and he was pulling him in closer, there was a pleading look to his eye flickering every so often as he looked up at his neighbor. Had it been anyone else, he would not be so vulnerable- parted lips and all.

A soft noise escaped Ashley as the man’s fingers sank into his skin with a firm grip. That and the words were a huge turn on. “Right,” he murmured in quiet agreement. But it wasn’t his immediate priority to slip out what remained of his clothes. There something about the look in Andrew’s eyes that had him resorting to another plan of action.

Lips descended on the other man’s, and what started as simple kiss delved into a deeper one. Fingers slid into Andrew’s hair, holding him in place. But it wasn’t meant to last. Ashley lightly captured the man’s lower lip between his teeth, tugging and then sucking away any sting, before he pulled back enough to be out reach of the other’s mouth. 

Frowning, Liv looked at him like he was speaking another language. Which he basically was because the name he mentioned didn’t ring a single bell.

“First of all, I have no idea who this Jamie whoever so how am I supposed to know if you look like him or not?” she asked, hands on her hips and eyebrows raised. Then, all too quickly, she’s laughing way too hard. After a few moments she manages to catch her breath and turn back to him. He truly was the best.

“I love you,” she chuckled, wiping her eye. Liv reached for her bag and dug through it. “You know what. I can manage with what I’ve got. Where’s your bathroom again?” she asked, turning both ways she could go in.

Her laughter was infectious, getting Ashley started as well. It’d been too silly not to. He was trying to regain his composure with little success. “Love you, too, Liv,” he returned warmly and took a breath. 

“The left. Last door.” He pointed as well before getting up from the couch and letting Pongo down to the floor. “And hey, don’t take too long in there. I need to do something to my hair. Brush my teeth, too,” he called as he made his way into his bedroom to look at clothes. 

                She    watches    as    he    picks    up    the    broom,    furrowing    her    brows    when    he    looks    under    the    couch    to    locate    the    spider.    Well,    he’s    much    braver    than    she    is.    “    Uh…    ”    Holly    starts    off,    watching    for    any    sign    of    a    crawling    spec,    and    so    far    she    see’s    none.    “    Nope.    Nothi-    wait    !!    RIGHT    THERE    !!    ”    Suddenly    a    finger    is    pointed    to    the    other    side    of    the    couch    where    the    eight    legged    creature    is    running    from,    of    course    down    the    hallway.

Palms moved over, taking in every inch they touched as they ran up and down his sides and down to his hips to draw him closer into his lap. Their bodies practically touched then with less than an inch between them as he thought perhaps too hard on that question, weighing the pros and cons. “I don’t know yet..” he answered truthfully, his fingers tightening on their grip as he continuing pondering that offer. 

That smile, though.. such an easy way to pull at his excitement. He seemed to want to put on a show for him, and with that in mind, Andrew answered with a steady nod. “Okay- take it off for me.” he said, voice lowered, a throaty little mumble as his eyes fell down to the front of his pants and his hands followed. Resting on his thighs, Andrew’s fingers squeezed again as his chin rose up. His eyes rested on Ashley’s face ( He liked the view from down there a tad too much, his head just at Ashley’s chest level ) while one hand moved to the inside of his thigh and moved upward between his legs only to stop just before any real effort was put in. 

He was almost distracted by those wandering hands, gaze briefly lowering to see before giving the other a look that screamed approval. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as Ashley started to unzip the hoodie, taking his time in doing it and revealing the shirt underneath. 

First he shrugged the hoodie off his shoulders, letting it frame the broad expanse of them, before the garment was allowed to slide down his arms. A hand caught it before it fell to the ground, and Ashley tossed it around Andrew and onto the couch. 

   Rosemary will most definitely need it but she doesn’t want to go into detail about the horrors of having a newborn. If she tells him how much they cry then he might reconsider visiting. “You sing Ashley?”  

Daniel manages a light laugh. “Work was fine, I s’pose. You know, fer the half a day I was there. Somethin’ came up, you see, so I took the rest a’ the afternoon off.”

The Irishman is quite a sight in his state, smiling, laughing, and joking around with relative ease. No one who knew him would believe it. They’d hurry to ask what was wrong–who was he, and what had he done with the real Daniel Wales? 

“Nearly gave me secretary a heart attack.”

Making himself useful, the architect moves to collect some dishes out of another overhead cabinet. He makes quick work of setting the table–a small one meant to seat two–with plates, napkins, and cutlery. He then grabs a second wine glass for himself and sets it down with the bottle. It’s against his better judgement to keep drinking, but the whiskey’s doing wonders for his confidence. At this point, a little wine might make him invincible.

“There we are.”

With the table set and waiting, Daniel takes a few steps closer to Ashley. Shyly, his hands come to rest on the younger man’s hips. 

“That smells incredible,” he sighs out, his breath blowing gently against the back of Ashley’s neck. He eventually leans to place a soft kiss there, lingering a moment to enjoy the other man’s scent. It’s utterly intoxicating as it fills his lungs, stirring his every sense.

“How much longer, do you think?”

A chuckle rumbles in his throat at the mention of the man’s secretary, but as Daniel goes about setting the table, Ashley focuses on finishing their meal. The diced onion is added into the pan and a few moments later, the sauce goes in as well and brought to a slow simmer.

Preoccupied with cooking, he doesn’t expect the other’s sudden proximity. Goosebumps erupt across his skin from the warmth of Daniel’s breath and the eventual press of his lips. Perhaps, it shouldn’t affect him so deeply, but there’s a staggering difference between the lewdness of his work and the intimacy and hopefulness of his personal life. 

  “Yeah, sure. I’ll be home a lot the next few months so I’ll honestly appreciate the company.” Since Rosemary has a newborn it’s easier for her to be visited than her going out to see others. Whenever she leaves the house she essentially needs to bring a duffle bag worth of baby supplies with her.  

It took longer than Andrew would have liked, however he could not be sure if that was because he was eager or the true time that past. Regardless, hearing him at his door sent him back into that adrenaline rush- and even more so as their eyes met again. “Ready.” His hand came down to the other’s hip to draw him in to the apartment, giving a quick look into the hall before the door was shut behind them. 

The idea had crossed his mind to kiss him- he wanted to right then- but something held him back. Be it the new experience this was, or the fact they were strangers, he couldn’t do it right then for whatever reason. Instead he kept with touch, moving his hand up to the small of the other’s back as he brought him further in. Andrew was soon pressed between the couch, sitting on the arm of it with his guest standing between his knees. His hands moved up under the hoodie he had pulled on. 

Fingertips grazing skin caused his heart to race and his chin rose slightly to look at the other. “ I should get your name sometime.” he said, pulling at his shirt so he could see what he had seen from his window in person. 

His pulse quickened as the other man guided him inside and further into the apartment. A sharp breath was pulled into his lungs as the man’s hands slipped beneath his clothes and wandered over his skin. This was what he’d been craving when putting on a show earlier: the warmth of palms and the press of fingertips. As simple as it was, it began to rekindle his arousal.