Ryan laid in bed after he and Ashton spoke and the older one left to head down to his office since he did need to get some work done, but that had been nearly four hours ago. Ryan had gotten through half of the novel that he was reading previously and was now a little bored.

Memories of the night before plagued his mind and left him wondering how Ashton would have acted if they had met naturally. He hummed as he lowered himself against the pillows, eyes staring at the ceiling as he recalled the feel of Ashton's strong hands on his skin, how hot they felt, and how rough they were. A moan slipped past his lips, and he swore. Ashton had been so engrossed in their moment of passion, and it made him yearn to jump him and ride him until his body disobeyed and acted on its own.

He groaned, sitting up on his elbows to see the outline of his cock in his shorts. He groaned once more. "Fuck, Ash... I miss your hands." He cooed. Ashton was the first man to make Ryan feel like he was growing feelings after so many years... he swallowed a lump in his throat at a distant thought and kicked it away from him. Out of sight, out of mind. He told himself... back to Ashton's hands and his demands of dominance.

He shook the bad thoughts from his mind. There was no need to dwell on the past, especially not when involving his ex. His eyes saw the face of the one in question as clear as day. He sucked his teeth and felt like punching that fucker's face until he couldn't recognize it anymore.

Ryan ran a hand into his hair, biting his bottom lip in thought. "Ashton, think about Ashton, Ry, just him and those hands... large, rough, his deep voice that thick cock." He moaned when a shiver raced down his spine, and he arched off the bed as his body jolted from the burning feeling of pleasure. "Ugh, I need him..."

Ryan had preferred taking control in the bedroom after... his rocky past, but with Ashton, he would—RING! His phone jolted him from his lewd thoughts as he jumped and reached out to yank the device to himself.

"Javier?" He said.

Javier gushed! "Yas bitch! How are you, best friend?"

"Honestly?" Ryan groaned, "bored. I wish my fiancé were in bed—preferably touching me." Ryan replied.

"Ooh! So you're already whipped?" Javier joked.

Ryan scoffed at that.

"Anyways, how's the fiancé doing? And why do you sound like shit?" He questioned.

Ryan bit his bottom lip. Javier could always figure him out without even trying too hard. He sighed. "He's... not so great. Today was supposed to give us at least a clue on why we're in this messed up arrangement, but it just... it just flopped. The only bright side is that we now have a powerful ally."

"Oh, well, that answers both questions. Boo, have you been alright after your panic attack? I know you tend to stress out silently until it's too much to keep inside? I'm worried about you."

Ryan felt the burn of tears at the corners of his eyes at the calm but patient voice of Javier. He exhaled heavily, opening his mouth. "I'll..."

"Don't lie to me, Ryan. To your fake friends, yes. But not me, Ryan. Do you need me? I'll catch a plane faster than you can say yes." He joked

"Yes." Ryan's voice cracked on a half sob, half-laugh. He ran a hand down his face. "I'm so fucking tired of not knowing where my life is going. It feels like I'm with—"

"Do not finish that sentence Ryan Cyruson! That bastard is in the past! I'm packing my bags!"

Ryan sniffled, rubbing his eyes. "I can have Ashton send for you."

"Wouldn't that be troublesome? Does he know about me?" Javier whined.

Ryan nodded. "Yeah, he does. No need to worry, it may seem too soon, but we are quite honest with each other."

"Hmm, well then I'll wait for your call." Javier declared, making Ryan snicker.

"Yes. Javi, it was nice chatting with you, but I must go retrieve my husband-to-be." He said, finally reigning in some composure.

Javier purred. "Oh hon, don't let me stop you. Go have your fun." He said his goodbye and clicked off the call.

Ryan had washed his face and made his way downstairs to where his feet remembered the way to Ashton's office. He touched the door, sighing as he ran his hand down to the doorknob then turned it slowly. He pushed it in, only slightly at first. Ryan peeked in, seeing Ashton sitting at his desk, glasses hung low on the straight bridge of his nose, eyes low as he read the words on his screen. His hair seemed dried now, and his curls were more defined from the shower. He had a hand under his chin, humming softly while he read.

The door squeaked, alerting Ashton's ears, but he didn't look. He wanted to finish reading this email. Ryan slipped inside, shutting the door gently then clicking the lock. He didn't question it. Instead, he finally glanced up at him, seeing that his blue eyes were glassy, almost as if he'd been crying. "Ryan?"

"Ash... can you get a plane ticket for Javier?" Ashton asked.

Ashton's eyes followed his movements, the younger man's gaze focused, fingers running along the top of the chair opposite him. Ryan nodded once. "Will he need a return ticket?"

"No."

A simple answer. Quite crisp too. Ashton hummed again, moving his finger over his phone screen then sending Tia a message about Javier, his eyes leaving Ryan for a moment. "Done."

"Thank you," Ryan said.

There wasn't a smile at Ryan's full lips, nor was there any change in eyes. Peculiar... "Is that all?" Ashton asked. Ryan shook his head.

"No."

Again? Ashton narrowed his gaze now. Ryan rounded the desk at an even pace. He had on a tank top and short pajama pants. "Then, what else will you be needing?" He asked, trying to stay calm, marking the way Ryan lurked in the dim room. 

"You," Ryan muttered, biting his bottom lip. He came around the desk, a hand resting on Ashton's shoulder as he pushed him back with a bit of strength.

Ashton obediently sat back, eyes following Ryan's, those blue eyes roaming down his body until they stopped at his crotch. Ashton couldn't help but smirk at his fiancé. He hummed, not favoring speaking right now in case it interrupted Ryan's search.

Fuck, Ryan remembered how thick Ashton's cock was when it just rubbed against his own. Honestly, he'd be lying if he said that he didn't yearn to have every inch of it inside of him. He lowered his hands to Ashton's chest as he moved to stand between his thighs. "Beautiful. Your tits are so beautiful. I regret not sucking on them more." He told the older one, glancing up to catch an approving look from Ashton.

"Oh, you fancy my chest? What of it?" He asked, trying to ignore how good it felt to have them squeezed and his nipples rubbed. He felt his pants growing tighter and swore in his head. This... is troublesome. Ryan didn’t meet his eyes. Instead, he was more focused on undoing his shirt. "You're aroused, aren't you?" Ashton asked.

"Aren't you?" Ryan retorted, his hands spreading Ashton's shirt wider as he rose a leg up onto his lap. He cupped Ashton's breast, nipple between his fingers. The older man moaned under his touch, eyes slipping shut momentarily as his cheeks pinked. "You've been working for too long. I'm lonely." He squeezed his nipples harder, then rolled it between his fingers, making Ashton hiss and moan.

"So mean," he gasped, "fuck Ryan."

"Baby... why don't you come back to bed?" Ryan muttered, moaning as Ashton's hand rested on his thigh. It felt so warm on his cool skin. "Ahh, Ash." His hands paused on his chest as Ashton chuckled softly.

"You were so confident a second ago. Please do go on." Ashton said.

Ryan huffed out a heavy breath, "please s—shut up."

Ashton smirked. "Make me."

Ryan growled under his breath, then straddled Ashton's lap and fisted his hands in the front of his shirt, pulling him forward, their noses touching as he glared at the older man. "You're annoying." He declared.

"Am I?" He ran his hands up Ryan's legs then cupped his ass, enjoying the surprised gasp from him. He leaned forward, his lips at the blond's ear. "Tell me," Ashton squeezed his ass, reveling in his soft moans, "how would you have approached me if we hadn't been forced together like this?"

Ryan trembled at the deep rumble of Ashton's voice, he didn't plan for him to take the upper hand so smoothly, but shit, he was definitely a dominant man who he'd enjoy taming. He gathered up his voice and smirked, nails at Ashton's shoulders. "First things first, who told you that you were my type?"