Asher Fuck. Oh my fucking God, this is not good. I need to get Liam out of here, so I grab him by the wrist and pull him behind me without even thinking. “He’s just leaving, Dad,” I say, walking towards the door and forcing Liam behind me, but my dad puts an arm against the doorway, blocking me. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going, you little faggot?” He slurs, looking straight at me, then at Liam. “Taking your girlfriend home?” I shake my head. “He’s just a friend coming to check up on me, nothing else,” I stutter, trying to put on a firm voice, but my fear stops me. My father walks inside, and I take a step back, ensuring Liam is behind me. “Bullshit,” he says, cocking his head towards Liam. “Everyone knows he’s a fairy, so what would he be doing here so late at night?” I squeeze Liam’s wrist out of fear, hoping my dad wouldn’t take his anger out on him. “Dad, it’s nothing. Just let him go home-” Before I could finish my sentence, my dad’s fist connected with my gut and
Asher The church is packed with the crisp December weather inching into my bones. I’m staring at the faces of these people I have never met and listening to all the bullshit they had to say about my dad. “He was a good guy; he will be missed. What a great guy!” They spew as they give their eulogies, and all I can think is how far their heads were up their asses. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house except for my mother and me; we knew the real Benjamin Prince, and he did not deserve all the kind words everyone was saying about him. Some businesses were even closed down so they could attend the funeral, and my teachers and old team were all here, Coach included. I got so many slaps on my back that I knew it would be raw by the end of the day. Liam and Dr Marsh were here too, but Liam was keeping his distance for obvious reasons. Last week we spent our first Thanksgiving without my father, and my mom and Dr Marsh cooked an entire meal for us. I hadn’t seen my mom smile and laugh as
Liam To say the last week has been difficult is putting it lightly. Asher is back at school and on the football team again, but he’s different. He said that he doesn’t care who finds out about us, and I have given him time since his dad died, but he’s gone back to pretending that I don’t exist. It shouldn’t bother me this much, but it does. When we’re alone, he’s back to the Asher I fell in love with, but when we’re in public… I should let him come to terms with who he really is instead of assuming that he already knew. Maybe it’s the stress of the upcoming games before Christmas break, I don’t know. Or perhaps I should stop trying to make excuses for Asher; it’s up to him if he wants to change or be the persona he created to shield himself. Walking through the hallways on Christmas eve, bundled up tightly, I spot him standing at his locker with the usual three assholes around him. We make eye contact, but as usual, he’s the one who looks away first. Sighing, I head to my locker,
Asher I’m fucking stupid; all this time I have been worrying about what would happen to Liam and me after high school, and he already came up with a solution. After freezing up that day, I knew that it would be over for us, I knew Liam would never forgive me for not protecting him, and I was right. I’m nothing but a coward, and now as I leave his hospital room, it is even more apparent. I’ve lost him, all because I couldn’t stay true to my promise. Everything is different in the school now; the team are all awkward around one another and especially around Dale. No one has spoken about what has been done, but I feel that this team will implode once they do. All I can do now is run my team ragged on the field, and they’re all taking the punishments. It’s been a week since Liam woke up, a week since he said he never wants to see me again and broke up with me. I haven’t heard a thing from him, and when Dr Marsh comes to visit, she avoids my gaze. Liam must have told her what happened
Liam What the fuck did Asher just do?! I race towards the bathroom as fast as my beaten body can carry me and enter the nearest stall. Shit, I can’t show my face out there now; they will think I bewitched their Golden Boy! What am I going to do now? Fuck, will the three idiots come after me even harder now, especially since I’m pressing charges this time? Trying to level my breathing, I press my forehead against the door and breathe out a sigh, wincing at the pain. Damnit, I can’t do this. I thought I was strong enough to face everyone again, but today proved me wrong. Asher just came out in front of everyone after I told him that I couldn’t be with him, so what am I supposed to do now? I miss him so fucking much, and his stunt almost made me forgive him right on the spot. God, I want to forgive him; I want him to hold me again, kiss me again and tell me that he loves me. But I can’t allow myself to be a dirty secret, something to be ashamed of. So what if Asher just kissed me in
Asher My dad’s lawyer just read out his will, and my mom and I drove home in disbelief. Benjamin Prince was an asshole when he was alive but made sure my mother and I were taken care of in the event of his death. My mom now owns all his companies, and when I come of age, his lawyers would transfer 20 million into my account. Basically, everything my dad owned now belonged to my mom. She couldn’t believe he would actually trust her with anything, given how he treated her, but he apologised for stunting her growth in the will. He left no personal letter or note for me, so that tells you just what he thought of his only son. “So, where do you wanna go after school?” My mom asks as we walk up to our house, and I shrug. “He groomed me for OSU, but I would rather not follow in his shadow,” I say, getting out and walking over to open the door for her. “Thanks, baby. Well, you can take a year to decide, if you want? Travel a bit, see the world before you make up your mind?” She asks, unlo
Liam As Asher walks away from me, I reach out, nearly calling him back but stopping myself in time. Turning my back, I let out a sigh and whispered, “I miss you too,” before walking away from him. He actually parked in front of my house instead of around the block; this itself shows me that he doesn’t care about his name or status anymore; that I’m more important than the rumour that would start. We’re both being fucking stubborn; I know this. I have forgiven him, but I’m just too damn proud to tell him that. It’s been just over seven weeks since it happened, and although my ribs have healed, the pain still sits there. And I don’t just mean from the fracture. I understand his reasons for not breaking up the fight in time or at least telling them to stop, but it doesn’t hurt any less. He said that he loved me, that no one was allowed to touch me and that he would always protect me; so where did all the promises go? Yet, whenever he looks at me, I feel like I’m about to burst with a
Asher They say the best kind of sex is make up sex, but right now for me it is drunk make up sex. I have Liam on my bed as I claim him from behind. Fuck, I have missed him. I’ve missed his touch, his kiss, the way my name spills out of his mouth when he reaches his peak. God, I don’t want this to end; but unfortunately, I feel myself rimming the edge as I come undone. Groaning and gripping his hips, I let go but continued to thrust inside of him. “Asher, wait… fuck…” He groans, fisting the covers in his hands and pushing his ass out to meet my thrusts. “Wait…stop. I can’t anymore…” he breathes out and it literally takes all my fucking willpower to stop myself and slowly pull out of him. He falls down face first and tries to catch his breath as my cum drips out of him. Fuck, I want to be inside him again and do some catching up. Turning him on his back, I move in between his legs and take his dick into my mouth, tasting the sal