For Children of Sands

Take away the sensation inside
Bitter sweet migraine in my head
Its like a throbbing tooth ache of the mind
I can't take this feeling anymore

The darkness felt calm, peaceful. It was welcomed. He wasn’t sure whether this was reality or the darkness had burrowed too deeply into his mind. But he knew that all he wanted was this peace. His short twenty six years of existence seemed to have been stretched and pull over his skin until the threads began to snap. He felt as if he had his time and it was time to move on. Slip into darkness.

Ash was on his own, in the cocoon of darkness, when the pain came. It tore at his skin, revealing the pulsing, bleeding muscle beneath. He wanted to scream in terror, he wanted to scramble away from the unseen enemy but his body was paralysed and he was forced to endure. The pain burrowed deeper, it snapped his bones and tore through the fragile membranes of his organs. His limbs were snapped, pulled and then wrenched out of their sockets.

Finally, Ash found his voice. But when the scream was about to erupt from his throat the light finally returned. There was no pain. Just the panicked beating of his heart. Ash let out a shacking breath that he didn’t realise he was holding and observed his surroundings.

With detail Ash could recall the events of the previous nights. He could still hear the gunshot that ended Sammi’s life, he could still see Jinxx broken expression and the cold, marble calmness with which Andy acknowledged the situation.

That night, when the gang had broke apart and went their separate ways for the night, Ash remembered being unable to approach Andy as he stared off into the distance with a glazed eyes. He seemed so lost, like the day they left Ely. The unofficial responsibility as a leader had taken its toll on the youth and it finally began to show. Andy used to be able to cover it up with a veil and scoot the distress out of sight. Not anymore, it seems it was too real this time, too close to home.

When Ashley and Andy found a temporary accommodation for the night, the mist had finally began to clear. But, before Ashley could even breath a word he acknowledged his exhaustion and pulled Andy along with him into the velvet darkness.

Morning finally came and the sun’s summer light rays that seeped through the half drawn curtains in the living room of an abandoned home roused Ash from his torturous sleep. Sprawled along side with Ash on the luxurious black leather sofa was another occupant. Ash could feel a pair of warm gentle arms wrapped tightly around his waist and slow, hot breaths brushing against his bare hip. It seemed that Andy had not yet felt the need to wake up.

From his lazily sprawled position Ash could see that Andy had tangled their legs together and that his arms were wrapped in a deadlock. Considering that they were both still dressed, except for their ‘mysteriously’ missing shirts, Ash could conclude that nothing had happened when he thought he blacked out from exhaustion.

Ash began to brush his fingers through Andy’s short tufts of sweat dampened hair which he seemed to always tangle no matter how short he sheered it off. He sometimes even brought it onto edge of becoming a horrendous army-style buzz-cut. Ash tugged at the hairs that began to brush against Andy’s shoulders. Andy would demand to cut it again soon enough, Ash noted. He the gently nudged the sleeping man in the attempt to wake him up.

A muffled groan sounded, but Andy refused to open his eyes or dislodge himself from Ashley’s body.

Ash attempted again; he pulled on the arm which lied across his stomach and sternly commanded for Andy to wake up. But Andy only nuzzled lazily against Ash’s skin, wrapped his legs tighter around Ash’s and dramatically sighed. Before Ash could shove the insufferable child of a man off him he felt teeth nip gently at his hip. When he looked down again he saw Andy look up at him with hazed, devious eyes.

“Well good morning to you too, motherfucking sloth.” Ash grunted but made no further move to escape Andy’s possessive embrace.

Andy hummed in acknowledgement of the comment and shifted himself until he was on all fours and caging Ash beneath him then began to trail kisses across Ash’s well defined abdomen (if he may say so himself). He scraped his teeth over the expanse of tanned skin before him, sending shivers down Ash’s back. He played with the buckle of Ash’s jeans but made no move to undo it.

“You’ve only just woke up and you are already on me in every single fucking way.” Ash spoke through a suppressed moan which he stifled by biting harshly down onto his bottom lip, “I’m pretty sure you are not a teen anymore.” As a true hypocrite, Ash wanted to tackle Andy onto his back and cover his pale skin with bites and bruises in the shape of his fingers and leave him like that on the edge of ecstasy.

“Maybe you should put on a shirt next time.” Andy replied with a sleep scratched voice. He met Ash’s hazed gaze as he began to lavish his skin again, he could see that Ash was about to completely lose himself. With confidence and grace Andy shifted himself onto his knees and straddled Ash’s hips letting most of his weight rest on the man below him. With a crooked smile Andy occupied Ash’s bite swollen lips with his own. The kiss became desperate and lust hazed when Ash circled his arms around Andy’s waist and pulled him in closer until there was almost no space between them. The desperation turned animalistic as Ash began to bite Andy’s bottom lip and kept a firm hand on the back of Andy’s neck to keep him from escaping.

When they separated to catch their breaths Ash growled at the unfazed devilish man above him, “Fuck you are your fucking mouth.”

“That could be arranged.” Andy rocked his hips against Ashley’s forcing an uncontrolled moan out of him. Ash didn’t attempt to hide how lust hazed his mind became, he simply pushed his hips up against Andy’s. “But which do you want first? My mouth,” Andy pressed a dirty, possibly illegal, kiss against Ash’s lips, “or me?” He asked as he took Ashley’s hands and placed them on the small of his back and began to pull on the buckle of his belt.

“You.” Ash breathed, not trusting his own words. His hands traced the sharp angles of Andy’s body and skimmed his fingers over the well defined muscles, he admired every aspect of Andy and cherished every moment during which he could keep contact.

Suddenly, Andy paused as if to reconsider his own words. “Actually, not today.” He began to remove himself from Ash and stride away casually to retrieve the strewn articles of clothing across the floor. “After all, you did mention that I’m not a teenager anymore.”

“What?!” Ash shrieked and tumbled out of the nest of plush leather, “No! Please!” Ash begged as he crawled up from the floor and began to chase after Andy who took no notice of the pleading man. “I didn’t mean it! Twenty-three isn’t even that old. C’mon, don’t leave me like this.” He tugged away the clothes out of Andy’s hands and launched it across the room, as far as possible from Andy’s reach.

Andy glared down onto Ashley who squirmed under the scrutinization. He then began to back the shorter man against the back of the sofa until he had no where to run. Ashley wasn’t given a moment to protest when tender kisses began to be pressed over the juncture between his neck and the right shoulder. He was kissed and bitten until Ash decided to reverse the roles and forced Andy into the submissive position beneath him.

Hours later, somewhere approximately between 2 and 3 p.m. Ash and Andy were disturbed by CC, Jake and Jinxx who wanted to know if either of them had ever been to Dallas. They both replied stating that they had never.

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