Chapter Two-hundred Nineteen: Spark of Passion

Chapter 219

Spark of Passion

That afternoon, Celeste came up from Deimos’ basement apartment after showering. She wore a Lita Ford tank top, a denim skirt, a studded belt, black thigh-high stockings, and a spiked collar. Deimos sat at the island reading the newspaper. He wore a Celtic Frost tank top, torn jeans, and black socks. He sipped on his coffee from his “I love Tristan” mug. Celeste sat with him.

Deimos: “Lazaros is making us fajitas tonight.”

He stated.

Celeste: “Jax healed him?”

Deimos frowned.

Deimos: “No, I did. Monica begged me and cried. I don’t want to make her cry.”

He sighed and folded the newspaper over.

Deimos: “And I was sick of eating out.”

He muttered.

Celeste: “So is Madelyn going to be Lazaros’ new ‘Mrs. Cherry Pie’?”

She asked. Deimos clenched his fist.

Deimos: “...It seems to be the case. I suppose it won’t get as bad as it did when Ashley was his Mrs. Cherry Pie.”

He rolled his eyes.

Celeste: “Why?”

Deimos: “I don’t think that weird fat chick is going to move in. I think Ashley moving in with him just made it all worse, but Ashley didn’t listen to Tristan or me, not like I know my own twin or anything.”

He said dryly.

Deimos: “Lazaros and I grew up together. I think I know him better than someone who likely doesn’t come from this planet and has only known him through his shitty books.”

He huffed. Celeste looked away.

Celeste looked back at him.

Celeste: “How does that work?”

Deimos: “What exactly?”

He raised an eyebrow.

Celeste: “You and Lazaros were born on the same day.”

She stared at him owlishly.

Deimos: “Okay, so Lazaros and I are fraternal twins. Yeah, we look like brothers, but we’re not identical. He’s a little taller and slimmer. I’m muscular, and he’s not. He has that nose, and I don’t. My nose is Greek. I have wavy hair, and he doesn’t. Lazaros’ eyesight is bad, and mine isn’t. I wear glasses because…”

He scratched his head.

Deimos: “It makes me feel closer to Tristan.”

He hung his head.

He heaved a deep sigh.

Deimos: “So when fraternal twins are conceived, instead of the fertilized egg splitting in two, two eggs are fertilized. Lazaros and I were separate sacs and separate placentas. When I was born, my mother gave birth to Lazaros ten minutes later.”

He explained.

Celeste: “Did you two share a crib?”

Deimos nodded.

Deimos: “Yes, we did. We shared a stroller, too, which I hated. Lazaros always fucking cried when our mother took us out, and I would punch him to stop, but it made it worse.”

He grumbled.

Celeste: “How come you say Lazaros’ books are shitty when you love his cooking?”

Deimos huffed.

Deimos: “You can be good at something, but your ability to write books doesn’t match. They suck because he keeps patting his own ass like he’s the greatest fucking chef in the world. He’s good, but there are better out there. There are chefs whose passion is cooking, not fulfilling some feeding fetish. Most chefs are not like Lazaros. Benny ‘Bear’ Russo is the only one like him—a blowhard loser who makes food to feed some fat woman.”

He said gruffly.

Celeste: “But Ashley wasn’t a woman?”

She tilted her head.

Deimos: “Well, Lazaros did have male partners, but most were female. Ashley was the only nonbinary partner so far.”

He cupped his mouth.

Deimos: “And I think Ashley was born female, but their gender identity doesn’t match male or female, so they’re gender neutral.”

Deimos chuckled.

Celeste: “What’s so funny?”

Deimos: “Lazaros has this one recipe… It’s a recipe for a pineapple chicken stir-fry dish. He made it for Makayla. Then, when he dumped her for Ashley, he changed it to ‘Pineapple Chicken for Ashley’. So now that Lazaros dumped Ashley, it will be ‘Pineapple Chicken for Madelyn’. Why doesn’t he cut the bullshit and title it ‘Pineapple Chicken for my next fat woman’?”

He fielded scathingly.

Celeste: “I have to… agree? Ashley never seemed to love that dish to death.”

She scratched her head.

Deimos: “As if that fucking mattered. Ashley wasn’t allowed to have a mind of their own with Lazaros; they had to think like the almighty masterchef.”

He rolled his eyes.

~

Ashley was in the garden, helping grow the flowers while the fairies danced around. A 1987 Pink Cadillac Allanté pulled up. A thin biracial man who stood at five feet and five inches tall stepped out of the car. Purple, curly hair clumsily hung over his bright, cheerful diamond-shaped face. Freckles spread seductively over his nose and cheekbones. His darting pink eyes watched Ashley work meticulously in their garden. He wore a black turtleneck, black skinny jeans, and black Chelsea boots.

LaDarrell: “Hi, honey! You must be Ashley Solegatti, the person I am looking for! I’m LaDarrell Dixon, professional photographer.”

He handed them his business card. Ashley tilted their head at him.

Ashley: “Hello! Me? Uhh, why are you looking for me?”

They chuckled and ran their fingers through their hair.

LaDarrell: “Well, honey, your boyfriend hired me to do a photoshoot for you!”

He winked.

LaDarrell: “A spicy one!”

He whispered. Ashley froze and reddened.

Ashley: “...B-Boyfriend?”

They stammered and swallowed hard, flicking their gaze to Jordi’s house.

LaDarrell: “Yes, honey! Want to come in my car and do the shoot?”

He nodded to his car.

Ashley: “Uh, okay!”

They blushed and nodded, thinking of Jordi. Wow, he's full of surprises, they thought. LaDarrell led Ashley to his car.

~

LaDarrell stood in his studio with his camera. He arranged the set for Ashley. It was several red velvet pillows with a darker red sequin curtain. Ashley nervously entered his studio wearing a black bikini with a cat-head keyhole shape on top, a tail on the bottom piece, cat ears, and a bell around their neck.

LaDarrell: “Oh my God, darling, you look FAB! He picked that just for you!”

He gasped.

Ashley: “R-Really? Wow… he really knows me well…”

They blushed and smiled, tugging at their tail.

LaDarrell: “Lie back on the pillows, hon.”

He took his camera in his hands. Ashley lay back on the pillows, like a cat, holding their tail.

Ashley: “Meow!”

They chuckled. LaDarrell snapped pictures of them at different angles. He had them put their hands behind their head as they knelt. They posed with their butt in the air and curled their hand like a paw. LaDarrell snapped the pictures quickly.

LaDarrell: “Okay, hon, are you okay with removing your top piece?”

He asked. Ashley paused, and their eyes widened.

Ashley: “...He wants me to remove my top?”

They nervously glanced down at the top, taken aback, not expecting that from Jordi.

LaDarrell: “Yes, hon, he requested this.”

He smiled.

Ashley: “Oh… uh, I’m not sure about that…”

They awkwardly stammered.

LaDarrell: “Okay, honey, are you sure?”

Ashley nodded.

Ashley: “Will he be upset with me?”

They knit their eyebrows, thinking of how Lazaros and Blair threw tantrums at them when they said no.

LaDarrell: “I think he might be, honey!”

He pursed his lips. Ashley knit their eyebrows.

Ashley: “All right… I’ll do it for him.”

They smiled, worried about disappointing Jordi, as they went to take off their top.

LaDarrell smiled and started snapping pictures.

~

Tristan was in his bedroom that evening, reading a book. He wore a light-blue pressed shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a black waistcoat, a dark-blue tie, black pants, and black sheer socks. He heard a soft knock at his door.

Tristan: “Come in.”

The door opened, and Lena entered. She wore a light pink floral dress that fell to her knees, with a sweetheart neckline and angel sleeves. Tristan brightened when he saw her.

Tristan: “Lena! What brings you here?”

Lena’s byzantine eyes sparkled.

Lena: “I got a taxi to come see you. I went to your office, and your secretary said you were home.”

She walked into his room, surveying her surroundings.

Lena: “You have a beautiful house… and I love your room.”

She said breathlessly. Tristan smiled gently.

Tristan: “Thank you.”

He slid a bookmark in, closed his book, and rose to his feet. He slowly walked over to her, standing before her.

She bit her bottom lip as she gazed up into his emerald eyes. He smirked. She reddened. Tristan pursed his lips.

Tristan: “So, Papa’s boyfriend, Jasper, is making dinner for us tonight. Would you like to join us?”

He asked her. Lena brightened.

Lena: “Yes, I would!”

She said in a breathy voice.

Tristan: “Splendid.”

He strolled past her.

Tristan: “Come on, I’d like to show you my pool.”

He nodded to the door. She grinned as the butterflies formed in her stomach.

She followed him out of his bedroom, across the pedway, and down the stairs. She admired all the intricate details of his house. As she descended the stairs, she saw pictures of Tristan’s grandparents and father throughout the years. Amongst the pictures were baby pictures of Tristan and pictures of him as a teenager.

They went through the kitchen, where Jasper was slicing some fresh mushrooms. He wore a pastel yellow button-down shirt, brown pants, and brown loafers. He also wore a brown apron over his clothes.

Jasper: “Hello, Tristan. Hello, Miss!”

Tristan: “Greetings, Jasper.”

He nodded.

Tristan opened the back door and stepped aside to let her out first. When she stepped outside, her eyes grew large. She gazed at the beautiful stone waterfall pool, admiring it. She saw a jacuzzi next to the pool.

Lena: “What a beautiful deck…”

She gasped.

Tucked away on the patio, a sturdy wooden pergola stood like a silent sentinel, its rafters draped in climbing vines and the soft, white clusters of flowers.

Beneath the timber frame, a heavy wooden swing hung by thick ropes, sway-less in the twilight. It was piled high with linen cushions that looked as though they were waiting for someone to finally put down their book and rest. Overhead, a string of Edison bulbs glowed with a warm, amber hum, casting a golden light that caught the edges of the dark green leaves.

Iron lanterns flanked the path leading to the swing, their candle flames flickering behind glass panes, mirroring the stars beginning to prick through the violet sky. A woven basket sat nearby, overflowing with a thick, cream-colored knit blanket.

She sauntered over to it and sat. Tristan sat beside her.

Lena: “You have such a beautiful house, Tristan…”

Tristan: “Thank you.”

Lena: “I never saw such luxury before. I grew up in foster homes until Grandma got me, and we lived in an apartment. When I turned eighteen, she let me go find my own path, and I wanted to reunite with my brother.”

She smiled. Tristan nodded.

Tristan: “That’s good, so do you two still keep in touch?”

Lena shook her head.

Lena: “She doesn’t want to until Grandpa dies.”

Tristan gazed at her.

Tristan: “How are you getting along with your grandfather?”

Lena brushed her hair behind her ear.

Lena: “I don’t know. I don’t want to burden you with anything.”

Tristan: “You can tell me anything.”

He said softly. Lena pursed her lips.

Lena: “I… I can see why Grandma left. He treats Jordi and me so horribly. There is nothing I like about him! I thought maybe he wasn’t that bad because Grandma was bitter about him, but she’s right about everything she said!”

She cried. Tristan knit his eyebrows.

Lena: “And she said he was the cause of my mom’s death!”

She embraced herself. Tristan sighed and reached over to put his arm around her. She shivered all over.

Tristan: “I’m sorry, Lena. I am so sorry he’s a burden to you all.”

He said tenderly and wrapped his arms around her. When she was in his embrace, her heart did flip-flops in her chest, and she felt the heat rise to her face.

She looked up at him and gazed into his eyes. He smiled and gazed into her. The two heard a harrumph and saw Jasper standing before them.

Tristan: “Yes, Jasper?”

Jasper: “How old are you, Miss? Are you twenty-one yet? I ask because I am making a mushroom chicken fettuccine alfredo, and oaked chardonnay is best paired with it.”

Tristan gaped at him and laughed softly.

Lena: “I’m eighteen!”

Jasper smiled tightly.

Jasper: “Sparkling apple cider it is, Miss!”

He nodded and marched into the house.

Tristan: “Jasper is… very by-the-book!”

The two chuckled.

Lena: “He seems very nice!”

She giggled.

Tristan: “He is.”

Deimos was flying above them. He tightly pursed his lips and flew away.

~

Deimos was in his messy bedroom with the curtains shut, crying. He held Leo close and gazed at the picture of him and Tristan on his nightstand.

The door opened, and Celeste came in.

Celeste: “Hey, Deimos, can you drive me to the pharmacy or to Jumbo Jones? I need tampons. I ran out.”

She drawled.

Deimos: “Can’t you see I am fucking miserable now?!”

He sobbed.

Deimos: “Just put tissue paper in your panties or some shit!”

He wiped his eyes.

Celeste: “My period won’t stop because you’re sad, Deimos.”

She knit her eyebrows.

Deimos: “Use toilet paper!”

He bawled in Leo’s fur.

Deimos: “I deserve NOTHING good in this life! I don’t deserve friends, a lover, a house, or anything!”

He cried.

Celeste: “What happened?”

She asked and sat on his bed.

Deimos: “I NEVER should have gone to his fucking psycho uncle for help, but I do this thing where when I get desperate, I make bad choices due to my high emotions, and that was ONE!”

He cried.

Celeste: “Why did Narcisse go to you at all?”

Deimos: “Do you remember when you and I were down in his basement and saw that burned person in the tube?”

He wiped his eyes. Celeste nodded.

Deimos: “He wants me to heal that person, and I think he guessed I could have healed that person, but I can’t! My healing powers are good, but not THAT good!”

He heaved a deep sigh.

Deimos: “I feel like I am losing Tristan, and I think I fucked it up beyond repair. I have no one to blame but myself.”

He sobbed. Celeste looked down at her lap.

Celeste: “...I get that. I don’t know if Jax and I can go back to what we were. I get feeling lost.”

She sighed.

Celeste: “I don’t know what to do ‘cause I wanted to be with Tristan for a while, but he wanted Ivy. I let that idea go when I met Jax, and now we’re here.”

She twisted her mouth.

Deimos: “I… don’t want to lose Tristan, Celeste. I’m scared.”

He declared.

Deimos: “I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier. I’m just… scared.”

He sat up.

Celeste: “It’s okay, Deimos!”

She smiled at him.

Celeste: “I still need you to drive me to the pharmacy or to Jumbo Jones for tampons.”

Deimos: “Why can’t you use toilet paper?”

Celeste: “No can do. Unless you want to heal my infection.”

She clicked her tongue. Deimos pouted.

Deimos: “All right, all right. I’ll drive you to the pharmacy, not Jumbo Jones! I don’t feel like facing Trevor or his retarded supervisor, Larry. I need to get cigarettes and beer anyway.”

He sighed and waved his hand. He slid his ass off his bed and rose.

Celeste: “Can you get me some chocolate, too?”

She flapped her hands. Deimos smiled a bit and nodded.

Deimos: “Yeah.”

~

Jordi drove down the road on his way home from work. He turned into the driveway and heaved a deep sigh as he shut off his car. He stepped out of the car, wearing a white pressed shirt, black tie, black pants, and his black zip-up boots. He carried his suit jacket in his hands. He stepped into his house and knelt down to unzip his boots. He slid his feet out, revealing his sheer socks, and saw Ashley at the dining room table. Jordi brightened when he saw them.

Jordi: “Hello!”

He sang. Ashley brightened when they saw him.

Ashley: “Oh, hey, Jordi!”

They smiled and winked at him. Jordi reddened and raked his fingers through his hair.

Jordi: “Someone is chipper.”

He planted his hands on his hips.

Ashley: “You and your teasing, setting me up for that photoshoot, haha! You’re full of surprises!”

They chuckled and reddened. Jordi’s smile faded.

Jordi: “Hahaha, what? Photoshoot?”

He raised an eyebrow. Ashley tilted their head.

Ashley: “...Haha, you know!”

They winked at him. Jordi pursed his lips.

Jordi: “No, I don’t.”

He said flatly.

Ashley froze.

Ashley: “...Wh-What?!”

Their heart sank.

Ashley: “...You didn’t send that LaDarrell guy and get me that cat outfit?”

They gasped as panic began to set in. Jordi swallowed hard.

Jordi: “I don’t know anyone named LaDarrell.”

He clenched his fist. Ashley’s eyes grew large as they were overcome with dread.

Ashley: “...I-If it wasn’t you, then who?! Who has those pictures of me…?”

They trembled with dread and regret.

Jordi: “Ashley, what happened?”

He approached them and sat at the table. He put his hand on theirs. Ashley was pleasantly surprised by his reaction. He’s not upset with me? They thought.

Ashley: “...Th-This LaDarrell guy came by and assumed you were my boyfriend and that you sent him to take photos of me for you… Or that’s what I thought!! I’m so sorry!”

They bowed their head and covered their face in shame with their other hand. Jordi pursed his lips and held them close.

Jordi: “...Did he actually use my name? I am so sorry, Ashley. I am going to get to the bottom of this.”

He said gently. Ashley paused when they realized he didn’t say a name at all.

Ashley: “...No, he didn’t, actually, but like, who else could he mean?”

Their voice trailed off as a dreadful thought washed over them.

Ashley: “Not unless… Oh, God… No! Please NO!”

They cried and buried their face in their hands. Jordi held them close and rocked them back and forth. Ashley cried into his chest, overcome with humiliation and dread at the thought of who was behind this.

Jordi: “Can I log on to my computer to check on Fabien’s Bungle Server?”

He asked them softly. Ashley quietly nodded in confirmation.

Ashley: “...It better not be who I think it is…”

They knit their eyebrows.

Jordi gently broke the hug and went into his bedroom. He turned on his computer and signed into Bungle. Ashley stood close to him.

Jordi: “Fabien and I decided to smooth things out a bit.”

He clicked on his server link.

Ashley: “Oh? You managed to make peace with… Fabien?”

Their eyes widened, taken by surprise.

Jordi: “Somewhat.”

His jaw dropped when he saw several provocative pictures of Ashley in a cat bikini and several pictures of them topless. They all came from “BlairDonati.”

BlairDonati: So, Ashley wants to have dinner with that fat pig, so I got this prize. Serves you right! Now I have something to turn me on!

Ashley’s heart sank, and they felt sick to their stomach.

Ashley: “...TH-THAT BLUE JERK!”

They cried through tears and covered their face, unable to look anymore. Jordi signed out and shut down his computer. He stormed out of his bedroom, put his shoes on, and went outside. He climbed into his car and backed out of his driveway. He drove away so fast that the tires squealed on the pavement.

~

Jordi parked his car in front of the Donati manor. He got out and marched up to the mansion. He knocked on the door. Shauna answered, and he stormed past her. Demetrio gaped at him.

Demetrio: “Jordi, is something wrong?”

He asked with a concerned look on his face.

Jordi: “Your grandson is what’s wrong!”

He went up to Blair’s room and kicked the door open. Blair was on his computer and gasped when he saw Jordi.

Blair: “This is my bedroom, you fatty! GET OUT!”

He wailed. Jordi marched up to him and delivered a right hook to his face. Blair fell on the floor and bawled.

Blair: “YOU CAN’T PUNCH ME! I WILL TELL MY GRANDPA!”

He cried.

Jordi: “Will you tell him you hired a photographer to take photos of Ashley without their consent?!”

He bellowed. Blair’s face went ashen.

Blair: “I DON’T WANNA SEE THOSE OF THAT FAT BITCH!”

He whined. Jordi threw his fist into Blair’s face, breaking his nose and causing it to bleed. He cried as blood ran down his face.

Demetrio and Sylvia stood in the doorway.

Sylvia: “JORDI! What on Reona are you doing?!”

Jordi: “This clown hired a photographer to trick Ashley into giving him risqué pin-ups on them!”

He snapped. Demetrio and Sylvia gaped at Blair.

Blair: “NO! HE’S LYING! I NEVER DID THAT!”

He wailed. Jordi punched Blair again, and he cried. He shoved Jordi off him.

Jordi pointed to his message on Fabien’s Bungle Server. Demetrio entered his room, and Sylvia followed. They looked at the messages, then at Blair, with disappointment.

Blair: “I WAS HACKED!”

He stomped his feet and cried. Jordi went to his racecar bed and pulled out a brown envelope. He looked inside and showed Demetrio and Sylvia the first photo. Blair gasped.

Demetrio: “Jordi, we’ve seen enough. You sent your message loud and clear.”

He sighed.

Blair: “Yeah, Gramps believes ME, not you, you fat pig!”

He blew a raspberry at him. Jordi growled.

Demetrio: “Not quite.”

He glared at Blair.

Demetrio: “Sylvia and I will be dealing with him.”

Blair’s jaw dropped.

Blair: “What?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!! I DID NOTHING WRONG! ASHLEY TOOK THE PICTURES FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

He sobbed and sank to the floor, pounding his fists and kicking his legs.

Jordi: “I will be taking these and returning them to Ashley.”

He snapped and glowered at Blair. Blair glared back at Jordi with rage in his tear-filled eyes.

Jordi left, and Demetrio and Sylvia turned to Blair, glaring at him with disappointment.

~

Jordi’s car pulled into the driveway. He stepped out with the pictures in his hand. He loosened his tie and stepped into his house. He unzipped his boots and removed them. Ashley poked their head out from their room and knit their eyebrows.

Ashley: “J-Jordi? Wh-Where did you go?”

I hope he’s not mad at me, they worried. Jordi cleared his throat.

Jordi: “I went to Blair’s house. I beat him up and got those photos from him.”

He held them in his hand. Ashley’s eyes widened.

Ashley: “...R-Really? Y-You did that for me?!”

They gasped and brightened.

Ashley: “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

They wrapped their arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug and kissed him on the cheek. They then blushed when they realized what they had just done. Jordi jolted a bit and blushed red.

He sighed and handed them the pin-ups in a brown envelope.

Jordi: “Of course, I would. I wouldn’t let him do that to you. I’m sorry…”

Ashley hugged him and took the envelope. Jordi hugged them back.

Ashley: “You’re amazing, thank you…”

They hummed softly and glanced down at the envelope.

Ashley: “...I took these for you, not him…”

They blurted and reddened all over. Jordi flushed red, and his heart thundered in his chest.

Jordi: “Yes, I know…”

He muttered and rubbed the back of his neck.

Ashley: “So… if you want to look at them, you can… only if you want, haha…”

They blushed and nervously rubbed the back of their head. Jordi beamed and inhaled sharply.

Jordi: “I’d love to.”

He said in a breathy voice. Ashley’s eyes widened, and their heart hammered in their chest.

He opened the envelope and took them out. He leaned against the counter as he looked at them. A wide smile spread across his lips as he looked at them, and he bit his bottom lip. Ashley nervously pressed their fingers together, looking up at him with big, dewy eyes.

Jordi felt the heat rise all over, and he felt a tightness in his pants.

Jordi: “I love them!”

He laughed nervously as his hardness bulged and pressed against his pants.

Ashley: “R-Really?! Yay!”

They stammered and clasped their hands together, reddening all over.

Jordi: “So these are mine now?”

He smiled. Ashley swayed their hips from side to side and nodded, swallowing hard.

Ashley: “Y-Yes!”

They chuckled and blushed. Jordi grinned and bit his bottom lip.

Jordi: “Well, thank you. So…, do you want me to return the favor?”

He winked. A gasp escaped Ashley’s lips, and their eyes grew large.

Ashley: “...Oh my stars… that would be amazing!”

They giggled and flushed.

Jordi bent over to take off his socks. Ashley bit their lips as he took off his socks. He tossed them into the laundry basket and led them to his bedroom. He closed the door behind them. He pulled his tie over his head and tossed it on the floor, and began unbuttoning his shirt. Ashley’s heart hammered in their chest, and they bit their bottom lip as he unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his chest. Jordi brushed his shirt from his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Ashley tugged at the buttons on their shirt, slowly unbuttoning them and swallowing hard.

He smiled, reddened, and started unbuckling his pants. He slid his pants past his hips and stood there with his erection pressed against his underwear. Ashley felt the blood rush to their face and fanned their face with their hand.

Ashley: “O-Oh, my!”

They gasped and beamed.

Jordi: “Do you like this?”

He asked softly. Ashley nodded eagerly.

Ashley: “Y-Yes…”

They stammered and removed their shirt, dropping it to the floor and exposing their soft, chubby figure.

Ashley: “...Do you like this?”

They swayed side by side. Jordi’s heart hammered in his chest. He nodded.

Jordi: “Yes.”

Ashley blushed and smiled.

Ashley: “Hehe, yay!”

They chirped and marveled at his masculine physique before their eyes.

He leaned closer, pressing his chest against theirs, and gazed into their eyes. Ashley felt an electric pulse as they felt his body against theirs and his Byzantine eyes gazing into their soul. They placed their hand on the wall of his chest, gazing into his eyes.

Jordi: “So…”

He raked his fingers through their hair. Ashley shivered at his touch and beamed.

Jordi: “Boyfriend?”

He smiled and traced his thumb over their lips. Ashley gasped and quivered with arousal as he traced his thumb over their lips and teased them.

Ashley: “O-Oh, uhh, hahaha! I thought he assumed that… would you want that someday, haha?”

They reddened and chuckled with their heart pounding in their chest.

Jordi: “Do you want that now?”

He asked gently. Ashley’s eyes widened, and their heart thundered.

Ashley: “...I-I do want you, yes.”

They confessed breathlessly, swallowed hard, and nodded. Jordi smiled.

Jordi: “I wish for the same…”

He whispered and inched closer to their face. Ashley shivered and giggled at his whisper and swallowed hard as his face inched closer to theirs, feeling aroused by his body so close to theirs.

Ashley: “O-Oh wow!”

They hummed softly. Jordi opened his mouth and pressed his lips against theirs. Ashley’s eyes widened as they felt his soft and gentle lips caressing theirs, and they let out a tiny moan. Jordi opened his mouth to allow theirs in, tasting them, wrestling his tongue with theirs.

He ran his fingers through their hair, and his hand trailed down from their face and cupped their breast. Ashley quivered with arousal to his tender touch, melting like a pile of kitty goo. They placed their hand on the wall of his chest, trailing their soft fingertips down his body. Jordi let out a groan and looked down at his underwear. He swallowed hard and pursed his lips. Ashley bit their lip with a tiny moan as they felt his hardness against their body.

Jordi: “Do you want me to…?”

He asked in a low voice. Ashley reddened.

Ashley: “Y-yes, but… I’m a virgin, haha!”

They ran their fingers through their hair. Jordi raised his eyebrows and nodded.

Jordi: “I’m not going to pressure you, so if you want this, I am down for it, but if not, I will respect that.”

He said gently. Ashley smiled at him.

Ashley: “Aww, you’re so sweet! I want this! I… I want you, Jordi!”

They nodded their head eagerly and blushed at him. Jordi beamed.

Jordi: “I want you, as well.”

He said gently and kissed them. Ashley’s eyes brightened, and they kissed him back.

Ashley: “Yay!”

He slowly lowered his underwear down past his hips and stood before Ashley, baring his hardness and his naked, masculine body. Ashley reddened bright red at the sight of his manhood.

Ashley: “O-oh, wow, it’s like a beautiful sculpture!!”

They breamed and chuckled. Jordi flushed red.

Jordi: “Thank you…”

He bit his bottom lip. Ashley unbuttoned their jeans, pulling them down their legs, revealing their sunfaced underwear.

Jordi guided them to his bed and lay them down, hovering over them. Ashley flopped onto the bed like a cat, gazing up at him. Ashley shivered and giggled as his hands glided across their soft flesh.

They placed their hand on the wall of his chest, locking their gaze on him, and stroking their hand down his chest towards the base of his manhood. Jordi jolted and shivered. He lowered his hand and started massaging them with two fingers. A gasping moan escaped Ashley’s lips as Jordi pleasured them. They wrapped their arms around his waist and gently kissed him. Jordi kissed them back and resumed massaging them.

Ashley: “Mmmmm! O-Oh, Jordi!”

They moaned breathlessly, biting their lip and delicately gliding their fingertips down the shaft of his manhood. Jordi let out a small groan. He withdrew his hand, reached over to his nightstand, took out a small package, and unwrapped it. He swiftly put a condom on over his manhood and trailed his hands over their body. Ashley beamed and giggled at his tender touch and traced their hands down his chest, to the most masculine part of him.

Jordi: “Are you ready?”

He asked breathlessly and swallowed hard. Ashley bit their lip and nodded vigorously.

Ashley: “Yes!”

They hummed breathlessly, placing their thumb on his cheeks and kissing his lips.

Jordi kissed them back and gently lowered himself on them. He intertwined his fingers with theirs as he started to ease himself inside them. Ashley’s head rolled back with a moan as they felt his wet hardness, holding him close in a warm embrace. Jordi slid his masculine hardness inside them and started by gently thrusting as he eased himself inside them. Ashley gently thrusted against him, with a tiny mew. Jordi held them closed as he picked up the pace with thrusting, his body slapping against theirs. Ashley thrust up against him, hungry for more of him as they moaned his name in arousal.

Ashley: “O-oh, J-Jordi!”

They moaned and held him close to them. Jordi moaned in their ear and picked up the pace with his thrusts, feeling his arousal soar as their core tightened around his cock.

Ashley: “Hehehehe!”

They giggled with arousal as he moaned in their ear, feeling wet to their core, thrusting in rhythm with him.

Sweat popped all over his body as he thrust harder and faster, feeling on edge. A sparkling pulse ripped through Ashley’s body as they felt his body in unison with theirs. Their moaning grew to an euphoric trance they had never felt before, and suddenly, they felt a warm wetness unleash within them.

Ashley: “O-OH! OH, Jordi!”

They moaned in his ear, holding him close to them. Jordi let out a hoarse shout as he felt his climax rip through him, and he came inside his condom. Jordi pulled out and flopped back on his bed.

Ashley panted, flopping onto the bed and catching their breath, locking their gaze on Jordi.

Ashley: “O-Oh wow!”

They beamed at him, stroking his hair. Jordi smiled at them. He leaned over to kiss them. He slid his condom off, tied it into a knot, and tossed it into the trash.

Ashley: “You’re amazing…”

They hummed breathlessly, lying on his chest. Jordi held them close and kissed their head.

Jordi: “So are you…”

He rubbed their back. Ashley purred to his touch and rubbed their face against him.

Ashley: “Really? Yay!”

They beamed. He chuckled and kissed their cheek. Ashley sighed happily and kissed his cheek back.

~

Fabien sat in the Donati backyard. He wore a green plaid shirt over a Nuklear Intoxikation sucks shirt, jeans, and flip-flops. He was smoking a joint while holding a tape recorder.

Demetrio: “Now, Blair, why did you hire that photographer and trick Ashley into taking those photos?”

Blair cried loudly.

Blair: “I gave them so much, and they cheat on me with Lazaros and now that fat pig!”

He bawled.

Sylvia: “Blair, Ashley did not ‘cheat’ on you. You two were never an item; they told you they didn’t feel that way about you.”

Blair cried loudly.

Blair: “Yeah, ‘cause I am nice!”

Sylvia: “A nice guy wouldn’t hire a photographer and trick them into taking provocative pictures of someone without their consent or knowledge.”

She chided him.

Blair: “WHAT WAS WRONG WITH WHAT I DID?! LADARRELL SAID I WAS THEIR BOYFRIEND AND THEY AGREED!”

He wailed.

Sylvia: “I am sure you requested he leave your name out of this because if he dropped your name, Ashley would never have consented. Blair, this is very manipulative and conniving.”

She chastised him.

Blair: “Okay, being a nice, caring prince is now manipulative and conniving!”

Sylvia: “A nice, caring prince wouldn’t blackmail someone into a relationship either.”

Demetrio: “I want you to write a letter of apology to Ashley.”

He said firmly.

Blair: “Yeah, I’m sorry for being so nice while you left me for jerks!”

He huffed.

Fabien snorted as he recorded everything. He rose and crushed his joint with his shoe. As he walked away, he was knocked out from behind and fell to the ground. Soldiers surrounded him, lifted, and carried him, throwing him into the back of a van. They slid the door down, locked it, got inside, and drove away.