"Faster, god, yes, faster. Fuck." I pushed his head in, jutting my hips out. The white, hot heat was building up. 

Close. I'm close.

My phone went off. Shit!

With one hand still around his head, I tried to reach for my pants that's pooled around my ankles. 

I'm not that flexible.

"Hey.. hey.. easy.. I have to take this call." I pulled myself out from his eager mouth. 

He looked up at me with confused eyes, lips coated with saliva, "dude, if you could hear the ring, then I wasn't doing as good as you."

"You were doing great." I ruffled his hair in apology and pulled up my pants, fishing my ear piece out.

I put it in my right ear, "yes?"

"Henry needs you. Ash broke a bottle."

I groaned. "On my way."

I zipped up, still painfully hard with need.

"Hey… I feel bad, I can do it quick, give me two minutes." The guy stopped me, still on his knees.

"It's okay, don't think about it. Work, gotta go." I gave a hand and lifted him up. We were crammed in a storage closet, surrounded by wall length racks and old cardboard box smell.

A lot better than my last time.

No point in thinking about last time. Now I have two minutes to bring my frustrated hard on to normalcy. If I didn't reach there in few minutes, Ash would break more than a bottle and end up hurting someone.

Ash Minor. Age twenty. He hit billboard's top five with his first single when he was sixteen. 

An upcoming young musician, with an angelic voice. A multi millionaire. A heart throb with huge fan base. That's what the public know of him.

But people close to him know better. A spoilt rich brat.

I had become his bodyguard when he had been just blooming into his success. Someone drugged him on stage with a refreshment drink during a concert. I had been standing in for a friend as stage security and realized what had happened when I saw his glazed over eyes. So I had called for a halt and pulled him back stage right before he started rubbing himself. 

Thomas Minor —his dad, had been horrified to know that it could happen, that people would do anything to create a scandal. He had taken me for this job on the spot, impressed by the way I had handled the whole situation. 

It's been four years now. I took chief security role and hired two more guys when he raised to a star celebrity status within the first year. Now we had a fucking team of ten guards.

****

I flicked a finger at Jonas outside the living room, he repeated the status he gave few minutes back.

"Henry is with him, a maid is cleaning the mess." 

I nodded and entered the room.

"Thank God. Where were you?" Henry asked as soon as I stepped in.

"Lunch break." I deliberately lifted my hand and checked my watch as if I had to look at my watch to know the time, I had fucking planned every minute of my lunch break. Right this second, I should be moaning and releasing a load and venting my stress. No point in dwelling on it.

"Out of twenty minutes still eight left." I continued. Not that I always took breaks to eat. It's the first break I took in the last three months. Being Ash's bodyguard was a 24/7 job. At least for me. He went crazy if I wasn't close by.

"Come on Nick. Have lunch with me." Ash pulled me to sit next to him.

"I already had. What's the matter?" I turned to Henry. Ash got comfortable on my side— hooking his hand around my elbow, pressing his face on my bicep, draping a leg over my lap. I forced my body to relax, reminding my sex deprived body and mind that it's not the continuation of the half done blow job. 

Ash was just handsy. He wouldn't go a minute without touching the person sitting next to him. He wouldn't allow anyone next to him if he didn't trust them. That's there. A small consolation. He trusted only a handful of people. His dad, Henry, Gino and myself. He was too paranoid, which was in some ways good. If he went around hanging on everyone's arm, my job would become chaotic.

"He says no to Jane's colab." Henry said in a complaining tone.

"Ok?" I said, confused. Why did he break a bottle for that?

"What, ok? It's a big opportunity to go above and beyond his fan base. Just a teaser is enough. It'll go viral in the first five minutes." Henry gave me a pleading look.

"If he doesn't like, why bother?" He called me for this? I'm not Ash's father. If he didn't want to do it, who are we to force him?

"I love you." Ash kissed me on the cheek.

His kisses were like breezes on mountain slopes. I just accepted it as an act of nature and moved on. It's expected. If he didn't kiss then he was not himself.

Henry glared. "Hear the reason. It's her cologne! He can't stand her fucking scent!"

I counted from ten to one. In French. I didn't know French, I learnt the numbers just to control my anger around Ash. If you're a normal, averagely emotional human being, you wouldn't last long around Ash without some anger management techniques.

"Ash?" I looked at him.

"Um?" He rubbed his cheek on my shoulder.

"Why?" There's some other reason for him to say no. Cologne was just to wind up Henry. But whatever the real reason it would still be equally ridiculous.

"She cut me in line, at JRA award ceremony after party." Ash said inspecting his nails.

"The FUCK!" Henry's voice went shrill, his veins popping up.

No wonder it's code red. If not Ash, Henry would have broken something.

"In the buffet line, Hen!" Ash whined.

"I can't!!! I can't!" Henry got up and paced, "millions, Nick. And he says...he says… fucking…" he started panting. I had advised him to do yoga and meditation so that he wouldn't faint one day due to high blood pressure. I should remind him again.

Ash went and hugged him. "It's ok.. breathe. Deep breaths."

I sighed. "No other reason?"

"No."

"Why not be a better person?" I asked, sometimes I thought he lacked proper guidance. But that's not true. His dad is a wonderful man and did all he could for his son.

"No, thanks." Ash helped Henry back to the couch.

"Does a million dollars mean nothing to you?" Henry asked. He was a simple, honest accountant who knew how to make money multiply on its own and with a keen eye for business opportunities and detailed contract agreements. He had spent almost as many years as I did, with Ash. 

"I don't care about money." Ash declared flippantly.

That's it. I got up. I hated it when he made such careless remarks. I had grown up with counting pennies multiple times hoping I had one extra to buy a meal. Even now, after four years of luxurious life, if I see a coin on the ground, I picked it up without any shame and put it in the first donation box I came across.

I could never treat money as something I didn't care about.

I wanted to shake him but that's not my place. Whatever I do, I had to do subtly.

"Alright then. Henry please arrange to sign off his assets to charity. Inform Thomas that Ash doesn't need money, we're all done here. Let's go home."

Ash bit his lip, suddenly contrite. "Sorry." He mumbled studying his feet.

Henry saw his chance and took it. "If you don't want the fucking money announce it that the proceeds will go to some or the other foundation! How long do you think you're gonna be a million dollar piece? Three years? Four years? Don't you dare throw away a good chance to make money because of some petty reason." 

Ash got up, and hugged my waist, even though it was technically Henry who was more upset. "Sorry. I'll do it. Happy?"

Henry gave a thumbs up from Ash's behind and sagged on his seat.

I sighed, I missed Thomas. If he was here I could just do my bodyguard duty and leave everything else to him. But he's a smart man, retired from his son's career when he had hair left. And somehow my duty morphed into something of a peace maker and advisor and overall go to person for any Ash related problem. It was hard to remember my place as an employee on his payroll when I did these kinds of manipulations. Especially when he hugged and kissed and apologized like a little kid, the lines blurred, I couldn't stay strictly professional. But, hell, I tried my fucking best. 

"Get ready. We're leaving to the studio in fifteen minutes." I informed Ash, prying his fingers from my shirt. Would he able to smell anything? I put some deo before coming in. But God, I could still taste and smell the musky goodness of that man I had left in the closet.

"Ok. Why did you leave me with a new guy?" Ash asked, eyes squinting.

"Who?"

"Buffy boy there."

I looked behind us at the corner. "Rob?"

"Hi... Rob." Ash waved at Rob, who looked confused. He would get used to Ash's antics soon enough. All my guys know that Ash was demanding and one of a kind. But still they froze up when he talked to them initially. Today was Rob's trial run in personal tier. I should ask his feedback later. I hoped he would agree to take more shifts.

"He is good. That's why. Finish your lunch." I detached myself from him and joined Henry on the couch, my energy had completely drained, totally for a different reason than I had imagined when I went for my break.