Why did he have to get me that damn guitar pick? Out of all things, that's what's messing me up in the head right now?

Not the countless times I catch him staring at me or the years of him following me around the house and asking me a million questions. He's always been our little Shadow. Cameron's best friend. Asher. That's all he ever has been and all I've ever seen him as.

And then, he goes and buys me a gift. It shouldn't mean anything at all but for some reason - it does something weird to me.

The way he picked it out specifically for me. Because he knew I'd love it. He paid attention to me enough to know I'd love it.

My stomach flips at the thought.

So, when he came into the living room the other night asking for a kiss...I can't say I was put off. I wanted to give him something back. It was only fair after all.

What I wasn't expecting was to feel all of that.

The way his lower lip felt between my teeth. The way his fingers absentmindedly caressed my peck through my shirt. The way his breathing stuttered and I could feel his heartbeat.

Damn, I've never felt such electricity in the air before.

I've been with girls before but nothing...nothing felt like this.

Do I have a thing for my twin brothers best friend?

It's been a couple days since Cameron and I's birthday party and I think it's safe to say I've been avoiding him.

I mean, nothing is all that different - I avoid everyone all the time anyways.

But, I'm in the mood for a snack and I'm not going to let anyone come between me and my Cool Ranch Doritos.

I make my way into the kitchen and immediately regret leaving my room at the sound of Mom and Dad's voices.

"Hayden, Darling. Is that you?" Moms voice rings through the hallway. I cringe. She always senses I'm near.

I walk forward and step into the kitchen. She's whisking something away on the stove as Dad peers up at me through the top of his glasses. He's standing over his tablet with a hand on his waist. That's never a good sign.

"Yeah, Hey Mom." I mutter, heading straight for the pantry. Chips and go. Chips and go.

"I was taking a look at your college information again." Dad starts. I can already tell from his voice that whatever he's about to say next will have me upset. "It says here that you enrolled for next September? Is this correct?"

"Yeah, that's the plan." I shrugged.

Dad's jaw clenches and I can hear a soft 'oh dear' come from Mom.

"I thought the plan was you're going to start early in January. That was the plan."

I duck my head into the pantry and snag the chips that I was looking for.

"Well, I wanted to give it some time. It's not like I'm not going at all. Just a little late."

Dad snatches the bag from my hand and throws it on the counter beside him. "And what are you planning to do with nine months without school, huh? Do you expect to live here just kick back in your room the whole time or whatever the hell is that you do?"

"I actually have a job lined up at a studio." I tell him truthfully. He would know this if he asked me earlier. If he cared about anything that I did, ever and stopped seeing all of my own decisions as the wrong decisions.

Dad huffs and pinches his nose. A shuffling of some sort comes from my peripheral vision and I shift my gaze to the living room couch.

Cameron and Asher are all cozied up on the couch, as per usual. Legs all tangled together as Cameron scrolls through videos on his phone in front of Ashers face. Only Asher isn't watching the videos at all. His gaze is transfixed on me and my Dad's very warm altercation.

I roll my eyes. "You liking the show?" I say loud enough for him to hear.

Dad darts his eyes to the two of them and then back to me. "Don't you dare pick on them. Those are good boys who have a plan. They are going off to college in January on full scholarships and doing what they've got to do." He shakes his finger at my face. "I don't know where I went so wrong with you." He spits.

"Harold!" Mom yells out, dropping her spoon. Nice, so that's where she draws the line.

"No, it's okay, Mom. It's nice to know how Dad really feels. Wouldn't want him to hold back - could cause resentment." I wink, backing out of the kitchen. I give them a smirk and turn on my heels to exit the room.

I sit at my desk in my room and erase some notes off my page. Picking up my guitar, I strum again. I won't stop until I've got this song right.

My eyes flick from the paper on my desk to the little new guitar pick. I pick it up in my fingers and think about where it came from.

As if summoned, there's a knock on my door. I sigh, dropping the pick and leaning back in my chair to start strumming away again.

"Go away, Shadow." I call out. It comes out a little meaner than intended but I can't be bothered.

"But, I brought Cool Ranch Chips." He says through the door.

I want to be annoyed but I've really been craving those.

"Fine." I respond after a couple beats. My door slowly opens and I hear his footsteps enter the room. He's tall like Cameron and I so his footsteps aren't light. "You can drop them on the bed before you head out."

His footsteps falter. I guess he thought he'd be staying. He'd be wrong.

"I heard what your Dad said to you downstairs." He says in a hushed voice. I'm not so sure why he always acts so timid around me. I've never actually laid a mean hand on him or my brother. I guess it's my attitude? I don't know. I don't care either. I like that they're scared. Scared people leave you alone.

"Yeah, I think people all the way in China heard what my Dad was saying." I laugh softly, shaking my head.

"He didn't go wrong with you. He doesn't even know you." Asher says. This makes me stop strumming. Pause.

I turn in my chair and set my guitar down so I can really look at him. I drop my elbows to rest on my thighs and clasp my hands together. "Oh? And you do?" I ask.

Asher visibly swallows deeply, shifting awkwardly. "Uh, no." He laughs, looking down at his feet. "But, I'd like to. If you'd let me." He smiles one of his dashing smiles. The ones that clearly make all the girls just drop their panties for him and the grandmothers pinch his cheeks. He has such pinchable cheeks, it makes me sick.

"Fuck off." I shake my head, turning back to my desk. "You don't want anything to do with me, I'll tell you that right now. Stick to the Good Twin. The Golden Boy." I laugh, picking back up my guitar and going back to strumming.

"What if..." He hesitates. I feel my stomach twist. What could he possibly be wanting? What does he need from me he can't get from the perfect Cameron?

"Leave the bag on the bed," I say, not even turning around to look at him.

I hear him take a big breath of air. I dare myself to look back over to him and I can see him thinking over what he's about to say. Running his hand through his perfect brown air, I can tell he's at odds with himself.

What could he possibly be thinking about what's driving him so crazy? I squint at him, trying to figure it out.

"What if I want to." He finally blurts out. I narrow my eyes.

"Want to what?"

"Want to have something to do with you." He shrugs, a bright blush creeping up his neck.

A tilt to my lips creeps onto my face. "You can't be serious." I laugh.

Asher looks down at his feet. "I am..." He mutters.

Holy shit. Does Asher...want me?

I decide to see how far I can push this. Let's see what he's trying and failing at admitting.

"Get down on your knees." I say, resting my guitar on its stand.

I look over at him, his eyes wide and his mouth dropping open in surprise. "What?"

"Knees. Now." I order. I lean on my desk and cross my arms over my chest. "I'll stand here patiently until you do as I say."

He thinks it over in his head but clearly loses whatever battle he's going through. Accepting defeat, he slowly lowers to the ground on his knees.

"Good. Now, unbuckle your belt."

He nervously breaks out into laughter. "You can't be serious."

"Do I look like I'm joking? Now either, shut up and unbuckle or get out."

This shuts him up. Fire is brewing behind his eyes as his fingers start to take his belt out from his belt loop. He's angry, I get that. He came in here to comfort me and I'm taking advantage of the situation. I get that too. But what did he expect from me? The Bad Twin? The troublemaker? I'm giving him what he came here for.

"That's it. All the way." I encourage him.

"This is so fucked." A smirk plays on his lips but he unzips all the same.

"And yet..." I tilt my head, watching as he opens up his pants and allows me to see his grey Calvin Klein boxers. "Pull it out."

Hesitancy washes over his face. I look over to the door, reminding him that he has a choice in all of this. He can get up and get out. No one is stopping him here. Whatever he does in here is his choice.

This thought registers in his mind too as he dips his fingers into his boxers.

My mouth has suddenly gone dry. My breathing stutters as a rush of nerves washes over me.

Asher tilts his dick up so I can see just the tip. I can see the shine glistening from here. He's turned on. Whatever we're doing here, he wants.

"Take it out. The whole thing. Let me see it." I breathe. Confidence waving, I walk over to him, leaving a few inches between us.

Asher lowers his pants and boxers with one hand, leaving his other hand wrapped around his shaft.

I watch in amazement as he takes out his whole dick, exposing himself to me and all of his glory.

"Fuck," I whisper. His dick is beautiful. It stands up tall, curved upwards at me, strong and thick. It doesn't go unnoticed that my dry mouth is now watering, anticipation flowing through me at the sight.

"Take mine out," I say. He doesn't think too much about this order which is nice. His hands quickly work to undo my pants, and he slips his both my pants and my boxers down, slowly exposing myself. I watch as my dick springs out of my boxers, almost hitting him right in the face. Now that's a glorious sight.

I smile as I watch him take in the sight. Emotions of all kinds cross his face. Excitement. Lust. Anticipation. Fear of the unknown. I know all of this because I feel the same way.

I grip the back of his hair and tilt his head up to connect his eyes with mine. "You're going to stroke yourself while you suck me off. You're not going to stop until there's cum in your mouth and on my floor, understand?"

He nods slightly, swallowing deeply. I bite my lip to hold off my smile. His eyes flick down to watch my lips.

"I need to hear you say it." I say in a hush voice.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" I ask.

"Yes, sir." He closes his eyes and says those sweet words as though he's been waiting to say them all his life. I'm surprised at how much my dich aches at the sound of those words on his lips. I never thought I'd be so hard and we haven't even done anything yet.

"Can you take all of this dick in your mouth?" I ask, gripping my shaft. He watches my eyes as I lightly guide my tip across his soft bottom lip. Watching my pre-cum glide nicely makes tingles run up my spine.

"Yes sir." He says in a ragged whisper. I look down to see him pumping his dick with his hand. Slow and steady like the good boy he is.

"Let's see how much you can." I position my thumb on his chin and pull down gently, allowing him to slowly part his lips. Slowly, I push the tip of my dick into his mouth as he instinctively rounds his mouth over my girth to suck me up like a straw. "Oh, holy fuck." I moan at the sight and feeling. Asher is on his knees for me, sucking on my tip like a straw.

"Good boy. Now open up wider, let me in." I wrap my hand under his jaw. He opens up his mouth wider, eyes still on me as I slide more of my shaft into his warm, wet mouth. My eyes nearly cross at the intense feelings of his mouth around me. "Feels so fucking good." I moan. He lowers his mouth as far as he can go until he slides back up to my tip, lapping up my pre-cum that spills on the top.

I do my best to bite my lip but the moans are slipping out. He's sloppy and uncoordinated but knowing that this is Asher's unexperienced mouth is sending me to another dimension.

He's doing this for me. He's on his knees for me. He wants me.

I tug a little on his hair again, feeling the emotions bubbling over. Asher grabs a hold of my thigh with his free hand to steady himself as he bobs up and down my shaft. The pressure in my groin is growing and I can feel that familiar ache in my balls.

I don't want this to be over but soon I'll have no choice.

I take another look at his hand as he jerks himself. The way he twists his wrist whenever he gets to the top is turning me on more than I'd like to admit.

"Give me your hand. Quick." I say. Asher does what he is told and quickly extends his hand. I pool some saliva in my mouth and spit a good amount onto his palm.

He goes back to pumping himself, this time, it looks like he's doing it harder and faster. I can tell it feels good because his eyes have grown hazy, his furrowed eyebrows are now parted and at rest and his pumping has grown jerky and inconsistent.

He's losing control and that's making me feel so damn good.

"You're going to come so hard for me." I breathe, pushing slightly on the back of his head to help guide him. I'm getting mighty close to the edge and I want him to tip over with me as I do.

"Mmm" He moans around my dick. The sounds erupting from his throat spark up a bunch of nerves in my body, sending me closer to the edge.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna come." I moan. "You going to swallow me down?"

He nods his head and moans as a reply.

"Oh fuck, of course you are." With that, I'm spilling into his mouth. I see stars, it feels so damn good. I feel like I'm coming for days down his throat. "You fucking good boy. You're so fucking good." I moan. I can feel him tense up underneath me, his moans mixing in with mine. I see his eyes grow tired and sedated. A dazed and content look appears on his face as he licks me clean.

I take my dick from his mouth and slowly back up from him. I see the mess on the hardwood floor that he made below himself which fills my heart with joy.

He looks up at me with hope and wariness in his eyes. A rush of unease takes over me. What's he wanting here? For us to cuddle? I don't know what he's looking for...

I stuff myself back into my pants and do myself up. "Thanks for that. Remember to close my door on your way out."

I walk back to my desk and sigh as I sit back in my regular seat. A slam of my door makes me jump and I look back surprised to see he actually listened to me that time.

Fucking, dammit.

A/N :

How do you feel about Hayden? Asher? Cameron? Tell me!