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Asher sighed, leaning his body against the bed.

He snuggled under the covers, kicking off his shoes, closing his eyes.

"How does that guy help you any?"

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"He's a warlock and he has a lot of contacts and connections," Colden shrugged, sighing, "He gives me leads."

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Asher blinked his eyes open.

"So do I."

He climbed out of the bed and approached Colden with his shirt exposing smooth flesh.

"And I'm not a normal person, Colden. I have more connections than him, I suppose you could say." He shrugged lightly.

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The blonde blinked at him, one eyebrow raised, "Are you offering to help me? Kiel will probably still help out as well."

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Asher raised his eyebrows.

His tattoos - a stark, vibrant contrast - flashed with the scarring underneath as he turned away from Colden.

He shed his shirt, the skin on his back rippling with muscles.

He was bare from the waist up, and mm, don't ask him to put it back. He sat at the desk, peering around his room.

"Are you two involved?"

It was a simple question.

Soft-toned, but definitely edging towards what could only be described as possessiveness.

Like he believed he had already laid claim to Colden.

Not many people saw Asher.

Not many people saw him with no clothes on.

Even fewer people liked him.

It was a game, a cloy to protect the soft, vulnerable, sweet boy underneath.

The boy that Colden had been exposed to when he had been whispering to Jazz.

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"Ah, uh, well, I wouldn't call it involved, exactly," Colden sounded sheepish and scuffed his foot against the carpet.

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"Let me simplify."

His already thick Irish accent became damn near tangible.

"Are you having sexual intercourse with this... Boy? Are you available for dating with another? And, if so, would you choose me?"

Asher stood, slowly stalking - like a cat - towards Colden with his head tilted. Once reaching the boy, he placed his hands on either side of the doorjamb, trapping Colden in his hot brown-black gaze.

"And, yes, I'm offering to help. Because," He lowered his face towards Colden's neck, brushing lips there, softly, tentatively. "Because, for some reason, I like you."

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Colden didn't move a muscle as he licked his lips, "You like me? We've known one another for about a day," he murmured, sounding hesitant.

"And yes, Kiel and I have had, er, sexual relations," he added as an after thought.

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Asher pressed himself closer to Colden, lips latching onto his collarbone, sucking the skin between his teeth, rubbing it with his tongue.

Marking him.

"Mm.. You taste nice."

He lifted his head, staring at Colden's lips.

"Would you ever date me?"

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The blonde's blue eyes flicked over his face, "Yes," he answered, surprising himself with how sure he sounded. His skin still throbbed pleasantly where Asher's lips had been.

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Asher grinned.

It wasn't his typical Cheshire smile - it wasn't sly, cunning.

But it wasn't the White Asher, as he was called by Jazz, either.

It was a cross between - soft, dangerous, sweet, dark.

He pressed his lips against Colden's, fingers gripping the wall until they turned pink, lifting his head a moment later.

"Will you date me?"

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Colden's head was spinning and he nodded quickly, leaning in for another kiss. He wanted to feel Asher's lips against his own.

His hands found their way to the other's hips, pressing into the fabric of his shorts and nearly touching bare skin of his torso.

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Asher's hands shifted from the wall to Colden's face, cupping it delicately, sweetly, like he was a treasure to be adored and saved.

His lips were gentle - not forceful, not eager, but nonetheless passionate as they connected with Colden's.

A quiet, nearly whispering, groan fell from those lips through Colden's spilling down Colden's throat.

Part of Asher's desire - that ravaging need - crept through the groan.

His hands shifted yet again, from face to hips, pressing his fingers into the skin.

He nearly broke the kiss - if he didn't, they would wind up in bed together before Asher could give Colden proper... Wooing, was it?

Yes.

He wanted to woo Colden.

Steal kisses between training, catch showers with him, hold him at night, feel his body connect with Asher's own.

God, what a stunning mental picture.

Asher's chest brushed against Colden's as he sucked in a deep breath, forcing his head away from Colden's. "You're killing me." It was a breathless laugh-sob-groan, like the sound a man would make if he was, truly, dying.

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"I'm not exactly keeping myself together well," Colden's voice was a chuckle. He pressed his lips against Asher's temple, willing his heart to slow down a bit.

He was also willing his body to keep in control as well.

It wasn't like physical intimacy was new to him, but he tended to get swept away in it all. All of the touches and kisses. The sounds, laughter, quickened breath, sounds of passion.

It all made him fall apart.

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Asher leaned down, giving him an Eskimo kiss with a smile that crinkled his eyes so much it make them look like they were closed.

Having Asian looks worked for him.

"I am suddenly starving." For you. For your flesh. For the noises I could make you utter. The words I could make you whisper. For you. Always you. "You wanna head down to the cafeteria with me?"

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Colden nodded and slid his hand down until it clasped his hand, "Sure."

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Asher glanced down at Colden's collarbone and quirked his eyebrows up, blushing. His bad-boy look slipped a bit as his sheepish face showed.
"Sorry about.. That." He touched the throbbing mark and pecked Colden's forehead, feeling his lips brush skin before he retreated.

Asher started out of the room with a jacket half-closed over his chest, hiding most of the flesh.

His voice was uncertain, scared.
"And you're sure? You weren't just lying? You honestly want to date me?"

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"I'm not the kind of guy that just says yes to something like that in the heat of the moment," Colden remarked, keeping stride with Asher. His head turned toward him and his lips quirked into a smile, "I meant it."

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Asher smiled, leaning down to peck Colden's nose while opening the door to the cafeteria. "I'd like a sweet-tea with lemon, light ice, and a small Cesar salad, please."

Asher passed over the money required, glancing down at Colden.

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Colden's blue gaze flicked around the nearly empty room and he licked his lips absentmindedly. He only usually ate here for breakfast, spending the afternoons and nights out in the city before he came back to sleep.