I can't believe I forgot your name/ Oh baby won't you cum again? +

When Timothy was born, he was very pale. The first words from Michael's mouth were, "Oh, yeah, he's mine." Ashton cried when Tim let out his first cry. He was sixteen and overwhelmed but extremely ecstatic.

He loved his son and he always would. It broke his heart when he got his custody rights taken away from him, but he knew it was for the best.

Michael dumped his work briefcase and jacket by the door, smiling at a boy whom looked no older than nineteen. "Calum, this is Ashton. Ashton, this is my assistant Calum."

The two shook hands, Cal having next to no idea who the brunette standing in the foyer was.

"Is Timothy already asleep?" Michael asked, looking down at his watch. It was a few minutes before ten and he knew Tim never went to bed before midnight.

"He just got out of his shower. He still has that algebra project to do."

Mike tsked. "What has he been doing all night? Procrastinating?" He led the two other men to the kitchen, looking at the spotless countertops and empty sink. "You didn't need to do the dishes, that's not your job."

"I know how you get," the assistant said, leaning against the counter across from Michael.

Ashton watched the two react with each other, wondering if there was something more between the two. He didn't think there was, but there are a lot of things he doesn't think.

Michael gave him a smile. "Anyways, I'll add the payment from tonight to your paycheck at the end of the month if that's alright."

He nodded, grabbing his coat and bag from the table. "Sounds perfect. I'll see you Monday?"

"Yeah, see you then."

Calum shook Ashton's hand once more before letting himself out of the Clifford household.

"Ready to see Timothy?" Michael asked the question Ashton has been waiting to hear for years and years and years.

"Obviously." Ash has imagined this moment for years and years on end. Ever since he lost the boy, he dreamt forever of holding him again.

Michael led his ex-lover through his house, up the stairs and through a corridor. "Let me update him on a few things, I don't want to stress him out or anything," the blonde man said as he stood outside a white wood door.

Mike snuck into the room, closing the door tightly behind him.

Ashton was left in the hallway, rolling on the balls of his feet. He looked behind him, a few photos framed on the walls.

The perfect photos matched their perfect house and their perfect family. The family of just Michael and Timothy. All the 11 x 10 photos were black and whites, various moments of Tim growing up, of their family bonding.

Vacations, soccer games, happy moments. It was all there and Ashton envied the fact that he wasn't in them. He should have been there but even he knew he wasn't ready to be in them.

Mike opened the door once more, a boy only a few inches shorter than him trailing behind him. "Well, this is Tim. He's grown since you last saw him," Michael said, stepping aside. Timothy looked up, no emotion drawn upon his face. Tim was the splitting image of Michael. His nose was sloped, his cheekbones were carved so high. He had the same tones to his skin as his paternal father, the same tones of Michael's (natural) hair. He had sloped shoulders, knobby knees, small fingers, clipped fingernails.

There was one thing that stood out that showed Ashton he created that beautiful young man. The golden eyes, shining under the dim lights of the corridor.

"Wow," was the only thing able to leave the thirty-year-old's mouth. A list of unexpected things have taken over in the last four hours, Ashton isn't sure how lucky he is.

He feels although he's living in some erotic fanfic.

"Yeah," Timothy responded. He looked down at his feet as he scratched the back of his neck.

Michael wrapped an arm around his son, pulling him to his side. "I've got a lot to catch you up on. Maybe in the morning."

Tim nodded and took another look up at his second father. "It—It was cool seeing you." His voice shook as he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say. This wasn't really normal, none of this really was.

Timothy didn't really want to do is algebra portfolio, but he also didn't want to have a deep conversation with a man he hasn't spoken to in eight years.

"You, too. Hopefully I'll see you soon?" Ashton ended his statement with more of a question tone, his eyes glancing up at Michael.

"Maybe," Michael coldly snapped. "Why don't you get to bed? Your alarm is gonna go off in eight hours."

Timothy obediently nodded. He took another glance at Ashton, sure he'd never see the man again. He gave him a smile before pulling himself from Michael's grasp and disappearing behind a white wooded door.

"He's tired." Michael stepped away from Timothy's bedroom door, his feet taking him towards the west wing of their house. "It's Thursday and you know how hard Thursday's are for a high school student."

"It's alright, I understand." Ashton followed his ex, not sure where they were headed. "He looks like you."

"Really? I always see you in him more than me."

Ashton forced out a laugh. "How? He's literally you, dude." He watched Michael storm through a set of two doors, the master bedroom appearing before them.

"No, not at all. He's got your eyes, your freckles, your dimples. All I see is you." Michael started to unbutton his work shirt, throwing it in a laundry hamper next to a full length mirror. "Let me change, then I'll get you an Uber or something."

"Take your time." He sat down on the queen sized bed, his bum never feeling such soft sheets in his entire life. He wanted to lay down and roll over the pearly white sheets. "He seems like a really good kid, props to you."

Michael kept the en suite bathroom open as he pulled off his slacks and tried to find something else to change into. "You were there for the first decade, that's where more of their habits come from."

Ashton couldn't help himself as he laid down on the bed, his feet hanging over the edge. "You've trained him like a dog."

"We don't always have the most time together, so we don't really argue much. Our time together is short sometimes." Michael struggled to pull off his socks but steadied himself on the granite countertops in his bathroom.

Ashton didn't hear Mike come out of the bathroom, he didn't notice him until he was sitting next to Ashton's knees.

"Your bed is really soft, in case you wanted to know."

Michael laughed—something he found himself doing a lot tonight. "Thanks. I'm glad you like it."

Ash got up, sitting directly next to Michael. He licked over his bottom lip and tried to gather his thoughts. "Are you in a relationship?"

"Wait, what?"

Ashton couldn't control his right hand crawling up Michael's arm. "Are you in a relationship?" He asked again, his fingers on the collar of Mike's undershirt.

Michael shook his head, his mind suddenly pulled in by Ashton's presence. "Why?" His breathing became shallow as he swallowed a lump in his throat. He's dreamt of his terrible ex for so long, now that he was right here, Michael couldn't think much.

AshtonAshtonAshton.

"I figured we've missed out on some times. I'm not sure if you're gonna see me again, so we should make every moment count, right?" Ashton leant in with each and every word he spoke. "Our time together is short. Isn't that what you said?"

"K—kind of," he stuttered. Michael felt Ashton's breath on his lip and he felt himself leaning in. Closer and closer and closer, he couldn't stop himself.

He knew he was doing everything wrong but when he felt Ashton's warm lips upon his own, everything felt good enough.

It was more than fireworks in their veins. Something stronger than an atomic bomb filled up every sense. Michael held Ashton's face, his fingers feeling the smooth skin. Ash got himself straddled upon Michael's lap.

Everything was happening so fast. They were only emailing last month and now Michael has his pretty ex on his lap.

Ashton was a terrible human. He left Michael [figuratively] high and dry, he left Michael with a child and didn't speak to either of them for years.

But, Ashton was so pretty. Ashton had Michael wrapped around his finger the same way he did when they were fifteen and sixteen years of age.

It was that night that they did something unthinkable. They were caught up in the moment and caught up in between the sheets. Skin to skin, sweaty body to sweaty body. Michael told Ashton that he still loved him, but Ashton would never say it back. 

SO, you've got a pretty good glimpse of the main characters. 

Let's start with your overall thoughts of Michael, Ashton, and Tim. Tell me what you think of them.