Asher My dad’s lawyer just read out his will, and my mom and I drove home in disbelief. Benjamin Prince was an asshole when he was alive but made sure my mother and I were taken care of in the event of his death. My mom now owns all his companies, and when I come of age, his lawyers would transfer 20 million into my account. Basically, everything my dad owned now belonged to my mom. She couldn’t believe he would actually trust her with anything, given how he treated her, but he apologised for stunting her growth in the will. He left no personal letter or note for me, so that tells you just what he thought of his only son. “So, where do you wanna go after school?” My mom asks as we walk up to our house, and I shrug. “He groomed me for OSU, but I would rather not follow in his shadow,” I say, getting out and walking over to open the door for her. “Thanks, baby. Well, you can take a year to decide, if you want? Travel a bit, see the world before you make up your mind?” She asks, unlo
Liam As Asher walks away from me, I reach out, nearly calling him back but stopping myself in time. Turning my back, I let out a sigh and whispered, “I miss you too,” before walking away from him. He actually parked in front of my house instead of around the block; this itself shows me that he doesn’t care about his name or status anymore; that I’m more important than the rumour that would start. We’re both being fucking stubborn; I know this. I have forgiven him, but I’m just too damn proud to tell him that. It’s been just over seven weeks since it happened, and although my ribs have healed, the pain still sits there. And I don’t just mean from the fracture. I understand his reasons for not breaking up the fight in time or at least telling them to stop, but it doesn’t hurt any less. He said that he loved me, that no one was allowed to touch me and that he would always protect me; so where did all the promises go? Yet, whenever he looks at me, I feel like I’m about to burst with a
Asher They say the best kind of sex is make up sex, but right now for me it is drunk make up sex. I have Liam on my bed as I claim him from behind. Fuck, I have missed him. I’ve missed his touch, his kiss, the way my name spills out of his mouth when he reaches his peak. God, I don’t want this to end; but unfortunately, I feel myself rimming the edge as I come undone. Groaning and gripping his hips, I let go but continued to thrust inside of him. “Asher, wait… fuck…” He groans, fisting the covers in his hands and pushing his ass out to meet my thrusts. “Wait…stop. I can’t anymore…” he breathes out and it literally takes all my fucking willpower to stop myself and slowly pull out of him. He falls down face first and tries to catch his breath as my cum drips out of him. Fuck, I want to be inside him again and do some catching up. Turning him on his back, I move in between his legs and take his dick into my mouth, tasting the sal
AsherIt's the looks that get to me the most - everyone knows that I’m with Liam, that I’m out and gay. Whenever we go out anywhere, we always get these stares from the townsfolk. I know they’ll only give me stares and ugly looks because I’m the only one who can lead the town’s football team to victory.How did Liam survive all this time? How did he go through this all by himself and with the guys at school beating him up? I might have been raised by an asshole like my father and taught how to be tough, but Liam is a lot braver than I am.School isn’t as bad as I thought it would be, although my teammates don’t look at me like they used to. They still trust me to lead them on the field, but I have a feeling that they’ve started losing faith in me.Why does sexuality have to be such a big deal? How does me fucking a guy or holding hands with a guy hinder my ability to play football? No
Asher“What happened?!” Liam exclaims when he sees the bruise underneath my eye. I shrug and walk into his house. “Mountford’s quarterback decided to pay me a visit.” Is all I say while we go towards the kitchen.Liam hands me a pack of frozen peas. “Babe, I’m fine, really. Dale and Matt chased them off after they ambushed me and took me out for drinks. I held a cold beer against my eye for about half an hour.”“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear talks of underage drinking!” Dr Marsh shouts from the kitchen, and my stomach drops. “Fuck,” I mutter. “Hey, Dr Marsh,” I say, walking over to her and planting a kiss on her cheek.She eyes me up and down with a raised eyebrow and crosses her arms. “Getting into a lot of fights lately, Asher?”“Mom!” Liam calls from the freezer, but I shake my head. “Only for being
LiamI step out of school and breathe out a long sigh. Finals are over and we can relax for a little while… well until our results are released. I have the utmost faith in my results as well as Ashers because we studied together. And yes, I actually mean studying this time around.Asher has one last friendly match with Mountford coming up next week as well, so he’s always staying late after practice. I have barely seen him lately, but it’s fine because I know how important this is to him.My mom needed me to head over and take her some lunch at the hospital, but when I arrived at the reception, the nurse at the station told me that she was just called into an emergency. So I leave her lunch there and head on back out.I didn’t expect to run into Dale on my way out.He sees me and grins while walking slowly towards me. A cold sweat covers my back and I freeze in my steps. I haven’t been without Asher w
AsherDid we crush Mountford? Of fucking course we did, and the pussies went crying to their moms afterwards. Their defence was weak as shit, and their offence lacked drive; I guess they didn’t give a shit about winning this one for some reason. I noticed that Masters was benched the entire time, and it made me wonder if anyone snitched on him for what he tried last time.I’m currently watching Liam get ready in my room, wearing his black graduation cap and gown and his gold Valedictorian sash. He’s been pacing the room since he got dressed, repeating his speech verbatim but getting nervous by the minute.I smile and walk over to him, wrapping my arms around him and kissing his forehead. “Babe, calm down.”He looks at me as if I’ve gone mad and scoffs. “Calm? CALM? I am calm; what about this looks like I am not calm? I’m cool, and it will be fine. I’m calm, and I’m okay.” H
Liam“Asher! There are a few more things to pack; get your ass in here!” I call from my bedroom. Asher has been sleeping over the last few days since his mother sold their house, and right now, he’s helping me pack for our trip tomorrow.Asher’s mom has already bought us an apartment in New Haven, so it’s just for us to move in. Obviously, I will pay her back for her kindness when I am able to one day.“You’re fucking bossy today, Marsh,” Asher grumbles as he walks into my room. I scoff and stand with my hand on my hip.“Do you want out of this fucking town or not?” I ask him, to which he immediately shuts up and starts helping me.Everything still feels so surreal; Asher is moving with me to the same town, we’ll be attending the same University and living in our home. I keep on waiting for the penny to drop and wake up, but it never comes.This is us; this is
Seth When Asher Prince asked me to be his girlfriend back in high school, I thought it would finally end these fucked up feelings inside of me. I was head cheerleader, smart, up for an Ivy League school and guys saw me as their wet dream personified. Blonde, perky, nice ass and the perfect sized rack. People wanted me, and they wanted to be me; I had it made, boy. Little did they know that I didn’t want any of it, but I was good at faking. I needed to keep up appearances; no one could find out how much I hated myself. I hated my body, I hated my breasts, the curve of my hips, the softness of my voice. I was attracted to men, but I didn’t feel like a woman. I know they say God doesn’t make mistakes, but I do feel like a little error went into making me. I don’t feel like a woman. I don’t feel girly. I hate the skirts, I hate the dresses, the make up and lace panties. The only time I feel like myself is when I strap up my breast
LiamA headache blinds me as soon as I open my eyes, but thankfully the blinds are drawn, and the room is dark. I slowly sit up in bed and allow my eyes to adjust to the room, but then my heart drops when my eyes eventually focus.I’m at home, I’m in the room I share with Asher, dressed in my most comfortable pj’s, and I have no idea how I got home.Panic grips my chest; I don’t know what happened last night after my second cocktail. Did I come home and fight with Asher? Did I actually fucking drive home?!I look around on my nightstand for my cell phone but don’t see it at all. I don’t even see my glasses. What the fuck is the time now? It’s Friday, and I’m probably late for my first class by now. Deciding to suck it up, I go to the bathroom to do my business then head downstairs to my fate.The smell of bacon and garlic mushrooms make my stomach rumble, and I realise that I didn&rsq
AsherThree am, and Liam is still not home. Seth and I have looked everywhere we thought he might be, but we’ve come up empty. So here I am, pacing the porch while waiting for his Audi to pull into our street.The sadness I felt has been replaced by worry and fear for him. He’s never switched his phone off; we can’t even track him through his cell. Where the fuck could he have gone? Is he safe?“Ash!” I hear Seth call out from inside and am about to go inside when he bursts through the door. “I know where he is! Let’s go! How could I have forgotten?!” He says, then pulls me towards my truck. “I didn’t think he would go to a bar by himself because that’s just not who Liam is!”A bar? Liam is alone at a bar?“Which bar, Seth? How do you know this?” I ask, starting up my truck and pulling out of the driveway. When I look over at Seth, I see him biting
Asher “Liam!” I run out after Liam, but he’s already speeding away in his car. I call out to him, but I get no reaction whatsoever; he doesn’t even slow down.“Shit! Shit! Shit!” I exclaim, punching the concrete garage wall and running back inside to grab my cell phone. We can’t leave things like this, and I won’t allow us to end things like this even if it is all my fault.Liam doesn’t answer when I try his cell, but I keep on trying even after he’s killed the call.How could I have been so stupid? We spoke about having our anniversary dinner indoors and reliving our first night together, but now it doesn’t look like that will be happening. In fact, it feels like Liam has given up on me, on us.I sink down into the couch, my eyes going to everything he has set up for us and finally landing on my gift. Sighing, I pick up the gift box and open it, my heart breaking a
LiamHe walks into the living room, swaying a bit on his feet as he does so, and I stand up. “Hey, baby. You've been waiting long?” He asks me in a slurred voice, scratching the back of his hair, and I shake my head. I know he’s seen the balloon because I saw the dread creeping into his eyes as he did.I shake my head and walk towards him, catching a whiff of stale cigarette smoke on his clothing. “You know, Asher, I decided to be patient with you because I knew you loved me and wanted to make things right, but now, I’m not so sure,” I say, scoffing. I hand over the balloon to him and smile, despite my tears.“Last year today, you claimed me as yours after the first game. It was the best night of my life, knowing I had someone who actually wanted me for more than sex this time around. I felt loved; I felt accepted and cared for. It’s amazing how a year can change someone.”Horror flashes
Asher The after game win always feels like such a rush, and it doesn’t matter if you’re playing it or watching it on TV. When your team scores that winning point and you’re the one to do it, there is nothing quite like it! During the trip back to New Haven, I couldn’t stop thinking about the guy waiting for me at home. I would never have pictured living my college life like this, much less with another guy. I thought I would be at OSU, living it up in my dad’s shadow, pretending to be straight, fucking more girls than I can count and pledging to a frat house. Instead, I’m spending weekends at football practice, actually studying and coming home in the evenings to my boyfriend and ex-girlfriend, who is now transitioning, watching movies and cooking dinners. What a weird turn my life took, and I wouldn't want it any other way. It’s four pm the day after our match, and Coach has decided to treat us to congratulatory drinks. Obviously, I followed
Liam“I’m going to kill him,” Seth warns, pointing the knife he’s using to chop the veg for tonight’s supper at me. “I’m going to fucking kill him.” The glare in his eyes terrifies me, and luckily, it isn’t meant for me!I shake my head. “You can’t do that; then I’ll lose the both of you,” I say, putting my hands together as if handcuffed, and Seth shakes his head.Seth scoffs. “I’ve watched ‘Making A Murderer,’ I think I’m okay.” He says, and I roll my eyes at him. Yes, I told him about what happened this afternoon, including the flirty student.He leans on the kitchen counter and stares at me. “Liam, you need to speak to him about your feelings. Ash probably thinks things are okay between the two of you because you haven't told him how you really feel about this. Miscommunication can ruin even the most secure relations
LiamAsher came home at 4 am last night and got up earlier than me. He’s left for school as well, while I’m sitting here nursing a hangover before my first class at 11. The movie and wine with Seth lasted for two movies, and we both cried like babies, mostly because of the effect the wine was having on us.I shuffle downstairs and see a note from him saying he’ll be home late because of practice tonight, and I sigh. Alone again, then? Should I get used to this?My cell phone ringing catches my attention, and I answer it quickly as it is not helping with my hangover. “Hello? Liam? It’s dark. Are you there?”The voice of my mom breaks through the silence in the house, and I roll my eyes at my stupidity; she’s on a video call with me.“Sorry, mom!” I apologise, then turn the phone to face me, and I smile. I can’t get over the fact that my mom has been glowing over the last fe
LiamNew Haven is different; there’s no claustrophobic feel here, no judgy eyes from our peers, and everyone seems… nicer. It’s been just over six months since our move, and to say that Asher has blossomed is putting it lightly.Waterford stifled his abilities, and his father dulled his shine, but now that he’s not around either, he’s a completely different person. Obviously, he’s on the football team, and they love him. Well, everyone seems to love Asher here; he’s become even more popular than when he was at Waterford High. He also doesn’t hide the fact that he’s gay and with me, but girls still flock around him. In fact, he seems to be proud to hold my hand and kiss me in public.Although, I have to admit that I’m jealous of his popularity. Not that I want to be popular as well, but that everyone knows him now. We can never just walk somewhere without him stopping to chat with someo