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Hands ghosted up and over Ash as Winter got comfortable on top of him, hands warmed by coffee mugs and a glint of light that Ashley couldn't understand. They pressed lightly against his back, his chest, bringing with them a feeling that shouldn't be foreign to him but still somehow was. Ash felt his lips rippled into a goofy grin, a smile so genuine that it scared away all the wariness from his face and left him with contentment. He remembered last night, remembered the ache in his hips and the whispers in his ear, and his smile only grew to hide the pink color that ran down his neck. The beating in his heart began again, the same that filled his mind with blood and lust only a couple hours prior. All this touching was distracting him from remembering that damned Actress, dammit!

Ash swallowed whatever warmth that threatened to soak through the rest of his body and laughed instead, pressing further into the bed as Winter toyed with his chest mindlessly. "Hope you're not touching Miss. Actress like this, bud." He whispered, voice full of warmth and jest that quickly faded away into a shocked gasp as chilling bedroom air met his thighs. He frowned and squirmed against Winter's touch, hands crossing out from under him to press down against the bed, lifting up both himself and Winter. Weight shifted with a huff and a crackling shoulder and suddenly Winter was on the bed beside him and Ash was left chilled to the bone and red with more memories.

Ash sat up, pulling the sheets up over his shoulders to mask the flush and chase away the chill of the apartment, and pressed a hand into Winter's chest as if attempting to keep him down. A silent apology crossed thrugh his gaze, twisted his lips and pressed against his posture like dead weight. Ash' face was twisted this time, a mixture of hidden admiration and disgruntled realization. Ah right, work, work, work. A distant memory of a phone call last night came and went. The caller ID was unseen, but he could assume it was his manager, because that idiot always seemed to call at the worst times. Ash leaned down and pressed his face against Winter's chest, staring up at him with wide, dark eyes, "Pretty sure Mike called last night but I was, ya know, busy." He shifted up a bit to press a few fluttering kisses to Winter's neck, so quick and light that he hadn't the time to take in his taste of scent. "I'll call him back later-- not ready for business talk yet."

Fingers trailed up Winter's waist, twisting above his white shirt, dragging lines against hidden flesh. Ash worked his hands mindlessly over Winter's waist and chest, eyes blank with memory as he stared up and out at the strong jaw that laid above him. A devious smile pressed against his lips almost too suddenly, and with a few quick motions he was eventually pressing his lips against Winter's neck again, breathing wordlessly against the flesh. Sighs danced across the swath of skin, warm and ceaselessly, and he spoke quietly as if afraid to shatter a human's throat with words alone. "You're right, ya know," He whispered, eyes resting shut gently, "It is chilly outside. Why not stay in? Where it's warmer, less crowded..." His hand fell down to search out the other man's fingers, tapping against his knuckles playfully. Ashley liked to play this game, spurring lusty words in an effort to forget about the responsibilities that lay just outside this bedroom door.

Such a mischievous thing rarely worked on Winter, however. Ash knew this. But he would try anyway.
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