I strum some notes on my guitar. Nothing is working and I can't think straight. All I can think about is how I left them. Ashers soft moans into my brother's mouth. Camerons hands gripping his hips. I mess up the notes on my strings.

Huffing, I lay my acoustic guitar down on its stand. I need something bolder, louder, more intense. I reach for the sleek, cool neck of my electric guitar. The smooth, solid body feels different—heavier and more solid under my fingertips. This feels much better.

Before diving in, I first plug in the guitar's jack into my amp to connect the two. Turning the amp on, but keeping the volume low to avoid a sudden blast of sound, I adjust the amp's settings until I'm satisfied with the balance of treble, mids, and bass.

This feels right. This is it. This is what I've been needing.

I choose to play through the bridges of one of my favorites. Love is a Bitch by Two Feet. I click on the music on my desktop so I can play along at the same time.

I slide my fingers over the chords and listen as the notes pierce the air, filling me with the need of something gritty and raw. The world begins to blur around me as the music fills the room.

Slowly the music takes over and I'm mindlessly lost as I sway and bob my head to the music.

Nothing else matters now. Not me, not Cameron, and certainly not Asher Mcneil.

It's a moment of freedom, a brief, beautiful release from everything else. My room is tinted red from my light strip that borders the room and I soon feel like I'm lost somewhere else.

Somewhere far from here.

That is until I turn around and my eyes meet the green eyes piercing back at me.

My fingers immediately stop. The energy of the whole room immediately shifts.

He looks mad as though he has the right to be pissed at me.

"Has anyone ever told you to knock before entering?" I sneer.

"I knocked five times, you never heard me." Asher said, pointing to the door.

"Take it as a sign that you're not welcome." I turn away from him and find my finger placement back on my strings. "Get lost, Shadow. I don't want you here." I crank the volume on my guitar louder and start playing again.

I hate that I can still feel his presence behind me. I bite my tongue and continue. He can't bother me if I can't see him. I close my eyes and get lost in the music again.

All of a sudden the music cuts out and all I can hear is the faint music still playing from my desktop.

"Hey, what the fuck?" I bite, turning around to him. I see that he's unplugged my amp and that makes me more mad than anything.

"Okay, enough. I get it." He clenches his jaw. "Could you just listen to me for a second? I mean actually have a conversation with me for once?" He says, balling his fists up at his side.

I narrow my eyes at him. "Leave. Now." I tilt my chin towards the door.

He shakes his head at me, folding his arms across his chest. "No, I'm not leaving. You're going to explain to me what the fuck that was back there. Daring your brother to kiss me? How could you put me in that situation?"

I can hardly hold back a laugh. "Oh, you were in that position all by yourself, baby." I set my guitar on its stand and fold my own arms across my chest. "All I did was pull up a chair and watch the show." I shrug.

Asher's lips part softly, eyes darting around me as he searches for what to say next.

I huff out a laugh. "You clearly know I'm right. You're playing Cameron just like you played with me and I'm over it." I push past him, making sure to shoulder him in the chest as I do.

I've got to get out of here. I walk towards the bedroom door.

I feel Asher's hand on my shoulder tugging me back. "But, I wasn't playing with you. I wasn't playing with either of you. I-"

"What? You wanted to see what would happen when you make the Bad Twin chase after you? Well, congratulations. I did. You made a big joke out of me and I get to live with that while I watch you with my brother. Thanks for that." I step up to him, closing the space. "It always made sense anyways. You and him. The Golden boy and his Shadow. Go, be merry and leave me out of it. I'm done. I'm out. Good luck."

Asher reaches again to pull my arm back before I turn around. I want to pull my arm away from his hand but I can't. I fucking can't move and that pisses me off.

He looks at me with anger and panic and I can't take my eyes off of him even though I know I should.

"This isn't fair. You can't just decide to give me to Cameron. That's not how this works. I'm not a possession you can just toss away like that."

"What do you want from me, Shadow?" I sneer.

"I want you to be fucking real for two seconds and tell me what you want, Hayden. You call me Shadow and you call Cameron your 'baby brother'. You treat us like we're so beneath you. As though we don't know anything. But, if you ask me – you're the most immature out of all of us." Asher, grips harder on my arm. "At least Cameron knows how to ask for what he wants. At least he can say how he really feels and he's not afraid of the consequences."

This takes me back. His words hit me like a wall. Is that how he sees me? Immature and afraid?

"What do you really want Hayden? Do you even fucking know or are you too scared to let yourself find out?" Asher breathes, dropping his hand from my arm and stepping back.

No, don't...don't go.

The tension between us fills the room. I look down at his lips and can feel the answer to his question building intensely in my heart.

Without a second thought, my lips instantly connect to his. Our kiss is intense and insistent as though we've been waiting forever for it.

Which, I definitely have been since the night of the dare. I've been desperate for another taste.

I grip his hips and guide him back until he hits my desk. A small gasp escapes from his mouth and I quickly devour that too. His hands messily grip and pull my hair as our legs intertwine. His thigh perfectly rubs against my dick and I make sure mine does the same thing.

He grabs a hold of my jaw with his hand and stares down at my bottom lip.

"I've wanted this lip ring in my mouth since the day you got it." He pants.

I bite down on my lip ring, making him whimper. "Take it." I breathe. He dives into my mouth once again, this time paying special attention to my bottom lip. I feel him tugging on the metal softly with his teeth, moaning as he does it.

His tongue tangles with mine until I'm in a trance. Our mouths are moving in sync, so perfect and hungry for each other. Frantic gasps fill the room as we lose ourselves, exploring and claiming each other.

Our bodies pressed on each other leaves no room for doubt or hesitancy. Moving my hands up below his shirt, I run my fingers over his abs and feel as they clench. I continue roaming until my hands reach his nipples. I give them a pinch which prompts a needy, moan low in Asher's throat which only spurs me on even more.

I want more of those sounds from him. I need it more than anything.

I do it again and add my other hand in the mix until he's throwing his head back, gripping on to my neck for dear life, rubbing his dick eagerly against my thigh.

"You like that, huh?" I smile.

He opens his eyes and gives me a wicked smile. "So fucking much." He pants. "I love everything you do to me." That look he's giving me shoots me right in the dick and I can't stand it any more.

I pull his shirt up and over his head, throwing it off to the side and he quickly scrambles to do the same with mine. We immediately reconnect our lips together as though we can't stand to be apart for too long. Drawn together like magnets, I know deep down this is where I'm supposed to be.

He moans underneath me as I press my thigh more into his space. I can tell by his breathing that he's going to lose it soon.

Fuck, so am I.

The heat rushing up my body is almost too much to handle. I'm going to blow any moment.

"I don't want to come yet." He whimpers against my lips.

"No?" I smile into his mouth. He softly shakes his head. "What if I want it?"

I duck my hands underneath the waistline of his black shorts and wrap my hand around his dick. He gasps at the sudden skin on skin feeling which makes me smile.

"Fuck," He moans, leaning back to help me bring his waistband lower. He lowers them just enough to free himself and it lights me up even more to know he wasn't wearing anything underneath.

I can feel his wet tip against my palm and it ignites me even more.

I collect some spit into my mouth and pour it into my hand from my mouth. He watches me in amazement as I press back into him, wrapping my now wet hand back around his dick and begin sliding it easily up and down.

He leans his neck to the side, closing his eyes. I take a second to look at how damn sexy he is. His strong, thick neck, exposed to me like that - just waiting for my mouth. I lean in to him, licking from his collarbone all the way up to his sharp jawline as I pump him senseless.

"Jesus, Hayden." He breathes. He slips his hand into my own pants and this time I let him.

I can feel my release building up and denying him won't help in holding my orgasm off.

I shudder at the feeling of his hard grip around my shaft. It feels so fucking good to be touched by him.

"Spit on it. Now." I say in his ear. He lifts his head and drops his mouth to the tip of my dick, pooling a healthy amount of saliva over the tip of my dick. I close my eyes and breathe through the tingles that shoot up my dick and through my whole body at the feeling.

He stands back up and looks at me with hooded eyes and glossy lips. He looks like a damn Angel.

I rush back in for his mouth as we both continue to jerk each other off. My balls tense up as the pressure in my groin builds.

I knew I wasn't going to last long. I didn't last time with him on his knees and I'm not sure why I thought this time would be any different.

He grabs my waist as our kisses turn messy. I'm trying to keep my focus on the way I'm touching him but at this point, I'm not even sure where I am. My control is slipping and by the sloppy movements of his hand, I can tell Asher is right there too.

I bat his hand away from my dick and he lets out a gasp but I quickly rectify it by aligning our dicks with each other.

"Oh, fuck yeah." He moans, shifting closer to me. His skin against mine feels heavenly. Our pre-cum mixes together as I pump both of our dicks at the same time in my hand.

Asher leans his head on my shoulder and we both stare down at each other.

"Hayden," Asher shudders. "I'm gonna-"

"Say it," I groan.

"I'm gonna come- fuck, I'm coming. Hayden–" He leans into my shoulder and bites down as he explodes all over my dick and hand. His cum slides all over our dicks, making for the perfect lube. The pressure of his bite on my shoulder mixed with the sight of him spilling all over me is enough for me to tumble right over the edge after him. Our moans mix together as I keep moving my hand, riding us out.

Asher bucks his hips against me at the sensitivity, sending another wave of pleasure through my body.

Suddenly, a wave of realization hits me. I don't want this to be the last time. I'll never get enough of this. I don't think I'll ever be able to quit him.

Almost as soon as that thought crosses my mind, my door to my bedroom swings open and an oblivious Cameron walks in.

"Hayden, have you seen Ash–" 

A/N: Noooooooo

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