Second Thoughts

**AUTHORS NOTE**
This is set when Ash and Andy are about 16 or something 'cause I felt like it would work better. I also took a few things from the story I wrote 'The Witness' which I took down because I hit a block and didn't like where it was going. And don't ask me why, but I seem to have made them the same height... whoops...
Oh, and, because I am Australian, sorry if I spell things weird or use weird settings for schools and stuff, but I quite frankly don't know shit about the US.
M'kay, enjoy

Ashley's POV-
The rain poured down, drenching my clothes as I walked home angrily. I wasn't angry at Andy for what he told me, the last thing he wanted to do was offend me. I was angry at myself for how I reacted. I shouldn't have said that! I shouldn't have left! But I can't go back. That would make me seem cowardly...

--Flashback—
"Hey, Ash?" Andy looked at his hands in his lap as we sat on his bed.
"Mm?"
"I-I've been meaning to tell you something... but you have to promise you won't hate me, okay?" He looked up.
"How could I hate you? You're my best friend!" He smiled, looking back at his hands again.
"Just promise, okay?"
"Okay, I promise." I rolled my eyes.
"I..." He suddenly sounded extremely nervous, which made me nervous because I'd never seen him nervous before, "I'm...I think..."
"Just say it, Andy." I pushed in a soft tone, not wanting to force it on him.
He paused for a moment, "I'm bisexual." It took a moment for those words to sink in and before I could react, he said, "And... I'm in love with you, Ash..." He looked up. Oh my god, I thought, my best friend is in love with me. He's a guy. I'M a guy.
He stared at me, waiting for a reply. I stood up and walked over to the window, watching the rain drops roll down the glass.
"Ashley?" He moved to get up, but stopped.
"No." I said not even glancing at him.
"What?" I could hear the pain in his voice.
"No." I finally turned to him, "I'm straight, Andy. And you should be too!" I quickly slapped my hand over my mouth. I didn't realised what I said until the words came out. I watched a tear roll down his pale cheek and I suddenly felt like the most evil person in existence. I had basically just ripped out my best friend's heart. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't thinking as I grabbed my bag from the bed and just left. He didn't try to stop me. I didn't even look back at his window when I got outside, but I knew he was watching me leave.
--Un-flashback—

I kept seeing his face the whole way to my house, the sadness and hurt filling his eyes.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Why did I tell him that? I don't even think he should  be anything!
I got home two minutes later and locked myself in my room. I sat on my bed and pulled out my phone, contemplating calling Andy to apologize. I typed in his mobile number and hesitated pressing the call button. I finally pressed it and put it up to my ear.
It rang a few times, before going to the answering machine.
"Andy, I'm sorry! Please pick up! I didn't mean it! I wasn't thinking!"
I hung up sent a text instead: 'Andy, I know your phone is next to you, it was there when I left. Please don't ignore me.'
Nothing.
'Andy, please! I need to talk to you! I need to apologize!'
Nothing.
His parents are away all weekend. I'll go to his house tomorrow and talk to him.


Andy's POV-
He grabbed his bag and left. I let the tears flow freely. No point trying to hide them now. I slowly got up and walked over to the window to see if he might come back, but by the way he didn't even look back, I figured he hated me now, even though he promised he wouldn't.
I sat back down on my bed and put my head in my hands. Doesn't he understand how much courage it took for me to say that? I'd been trying to figure out how to tell him for at least a month or two now! Why did he say that? Did he really mean it?
I sat there for I don't know how long before my phone vibrated on my bedside table. Ash was calling. I couldn't bring myself to answer it. What if he's calling to tell me never to talk to him again? I don't think I could handle it if he said that...
It vibrated again and I looked at the screen,
Ash: 'Andy, I know your phone is next to you, it was there when I left. Please don't ignore me.'
I couldn't move. It sounded like he cared, but then I remembered what he said. He couldn't possibly care about me anymore.
Ash: 'Andy, please! I need to talk to you! I need to apologize!'
I wanted to reply but there was a little voice in the back of my head, he's just trying to bring you down further by lying to you! He could never even like you, Andrew.
I lay down on my side and curled into a ball, arguing with the voice in my heads until I fell into an unsettled sleep.


Ashley's POV-
I couldn't sleep at all. I felt horrible. I didn't eat either. The storm only got worse over night and I couldn't be bothered wasting time on find an umbrella, so I walked to Andy's at 9am in a drenched, thin grey hoodie.
I finally got to his front door and rang the door bell. I didn't realise how fucking cold it was until I stopped walking. I stood there shivering for a minute before realising he wasn't coming to the door. I stepped back and looked up at his window. I couldn't see clearly through the rain but I could see the black of his Misfits t-shirt. I pulled my phone out and called his. I just needed to talk to him.
I saw him leave the window, then come back holding his phone. I heard him pick up but he didn't say anything.
"Andy, please come down. I need to apologize to your face." I sounded more desperate than I wanted to. He hung up and left the window again. I waited, hoping he was just walking to the door. The moment he opened it I realised how gorgeous he actually was, his pale skin contrasting with his black shirt and dyed black hair. His ice blue eyes were bloodshot, probably from crying, which I hated myself for causing.
"Andy, I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking and I never should have said that. I was just shocked. I didn't mean any of it. I'm sorry. Please, forgive me." He looked down at the ground.
"Yeah, sure. I guess we can pretend it never happened. Come in." It took me by surprise that he could brush something so horrible off so quickly, but then I noticed how he avoided even looking at me as I walked in.
"Andy?" I wanted him to know how sorry I actually was. I followed him into the kitchen.
"Do you want a drink or something?" He went to open the fridge, but I caught his wrist, spinning him to face me. I placed my other hand lightly on his cheek and softly pressed our lips together. He froze, shocked, for a moment before melting into me. He pulled back and looked at me questioningly.
"I really am sorry, Andy." He wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me into hug tight hug, burying his face in my neck.
"Sorry I didn't believe you." He whispered.
"You don't need to say sorry. You had every right not to believe me." I whispered back; bringing his lips to mine again.
I wrapped my arms around his waist, stepping one foot in between his. I licked at his bottom lip and he happily let me in, tangling his fingers in my hair. Our tongues wrestled as the kiss heated up. He moaned slightly as I began trailing kisses down his neck, making sure to leave plenty of visible marks.
"A-ash, upstairs" I giggled, grabbing his hand and we ran up the stairs together. As soon as he closed his bedroom door, I pinned him to it, crashing our lips together again. He unzipped my still wet hoodie, taking it off and throwing it to the floor without breaking the kiss. We quickly took both our shirts off and I pulled him onto the bed. I crawled over him and caged him with my legs kissing a trail down his neck, whilst I unbuttoned and unzipped his skinny jeans. I lightly rubbed the front of his boxers feeling him harden at my touch.
"Mm... Ash..." I moved off him to remove both our pants and boxers. I moved back over him, immediately crashing our lips together. I ground our hips together, brushing our members together and causing both of us to release loud moans into each other's throats. I lifted myself up and he let out a small whimper at the loss of contact, but that quickly died as I moved down his body and he realised what I was doing. I licked from his base to his tip getting a gasping moan from him. He gripped the sheets as I ran my tongue over his slit and took his head in my mouth, sucking lightly. "Ah- Ash" He gasped. I took him in further rubbing his thighs. I lifted three fingers up to his mouth and he sucked on them suggestively making me moan around him, sending vibrations through his body. I pulled my fingers back, sitting him up and reconnecting our lips. I put one finger outside his entrance, massaging around. Andy moaned and clawed at my chest lightly. I slowly pushed my finger in, being careful not to hurt him, but he only moaned and whimpered more. I brought my free hand down to his leaking dick and stroked as I pushed a second finger in, stretching him more.
He broke our kiss, panting heavily and put his face in the crook of my neck. I thrust my fingers in and out a few times before finally putting the third in.
"A-ash, fuck! I-ah... I want you." He said in between panting, moaning and gasping. I removed my fingers and pushed him onto his back. He leaned towards his bedside table and grabbed a bottle from the third draw. He squeezed the contents onto his hand and began rubbing it into my dick.
I moaned out his name, and then reconnected our lips, pushing him back on his back. He wrapped his legs around my waist and I positioned myself outside his entrance. I slowly pushed in, causing him to break the kiss and bite his lip. I pushed in all the way and he tightened his grip on my shoulders, both of us moaning.
"Fuck, you're so tight..."  I kissed lightly at his neck, waiting for him to adjust to my size. He nodded for me to move, letting out a loud moan when I began slowly.
"Faster" He pulled my lips back to his, practically shoving his tongue down my throat. Both our moans mixed in our mouths, unable to be told apart. Suddenly, he broke off the kiss, "Fuck! Right there! Oh, god!" He let his head fall back onto the bed. I thrust harder into his prostate and his moans got louder. I slid my hand down his stomach to his dick and began pumping him so fast my hand became a blur. His eyes had rolled back, his mouth had dropped open and his back was arching off the bed. Neither of us could form words as we fucked closer to the edge.
He screamed in pure bliss as he came over both of our stomachs. His walls tightened around me, pushing me over the edge, moaning his name. We rode out our orgasms us much as possible, until I collapsed on him. I slowly pulled out and rolled over next to him.


Andy's POV-
We lay there next to each other, sweating and panting. We both simultaneously rolled into each other's arms, holding each other tightly. I gazed into his eyes and felt his hand on my cheek.
"I love you, Andy." The world suddenly became perfect.
"I love you too, Ashley."
--
I woke up the next morning, still in Ashley's arms.  I decided I'd shower before he woke up, as I was still slightly sweaty and covered in dry cum.
I got up slowly, so I didn't wake him up, walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me and turned the hot water on. I took a moment to look myself over in the mirror. What little eye liner I had on yesterday was now messily spread around my eyes, I had major sex hair. I laughed and got in the shower, sighing as the hot water ran down my body. I heard the door open and turned to see my Ashley leaning against the door frame.
"Hey, sexy" I said in a deep voice (well, deeper than usual), beckoning him to me. He got in the shower next to me and sighed much like I did when the water hit him.
"That's hot." He breathed
"Well, I was cold."
"I wasn't talking about the water." He smirked, wrapping his arms around my waist, connecting our lips passionately.
I pulled back and giggled at him. "We're not having sex now, Ash."
He pouted adorably.  "But I want you!" He whined.
"Not now. Maybe tonight. Maybe." He made a noise of disappointment but I ignored it and continue washing myself.