My Brother's Bad Boy Best Friend

(A/N:  You guys have been asking for a cast to the story so that's what you get :)  I picked Chad Michael Murray for Asher because I think he looks the most like Asher does.  There's a pic of him on the side is you'd like to see!)

Warning:  Contains sexual content.  

I was warm.  Perfectly, wonderfully warm.  I nuzzled deeper into the comfort and sighed softly.  

And then I felt the hand tighten on my hip.  

My eyes popped open in surprise and I pushed myself up off of the bare chest I was laying on.  Asher was still asleep, his hands still resting on my hips.  He looked different in his sleep - softer.  Innocent almost.  Or, at least, he would be innocent if it weren't for his wondering hands and erection pressing against my thigh.  

I gasped and rolled over onto my back, trying to be quiet so I wouldn't wake him up.  

Asher mumbled in his sleep and rolled to the side, facing me.  He really did look pretty adorable.  

I laid back on the pillows and closed my eyes.  I didn't want to wake up yet.  I wondered how exactly I'd ended up in Asher's bed.  I hazily remember waking up and finding myself alone in this bed.  And Asher sitting by his computer.  He must've gotten tired and just climbed in.  

My heart nearly stopped in my chest when I felt Asher roll over once again, pinning me under him, his knee wedged in between my own knees, slowly moving higher and higher.  

I held my breath and bit my lip, holding back a gasp.  I should push him away, wake him up.  

Asher groaned lowly and one his hands snuck under my shirt, skimming over my stomach and ribs until finally  cupping my chest.  I did gasp this time, my eyes closing and a quiet moan escaping me.  

Asher mumbled in his sleep, his face buried in my hair, his hot breath fanning across the side of my neck.  

My heart picked up its pace when Asher's free hand began to wonder lower, lower until his fingers were tracing the top of the boxer shorts I was wearing.  

I should stop him.  This wasn't right.  I needed to wake him up and tell him no-

My gasp was loud when Asher's hand - the one not messaging my boob - cupped my crotch, only a thin layer of fabric seperating our skin.  

Asher froze above me, his entire body, all of his muscles, tense and ready to bolt.  Slowly, he pushed himself up, his hands frozen against me.  

He looked confused at first, looking down at me but when he realized what was going on, where his hands were currently groping, his eyes widened comically and he jerked away so fast he fell off the side of the bed, cursing loudly.  

I sat up on my hands and knees, trying to calm my erratically beating heart, and looked over the edge.  

Asher looked up at me, grimacing.  "Jazz, God, I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to do that, especially not after what happened last night.  Dammit, I'm a fucking asshole.  I knew I should have just slept downstairs-"

"Wait, what happened last night?"  I asked, confused.  I was pleased to hear the my voice was steady, unlike my body which was trembling uncontrollably.  It still wanted Asher.  Badly.  

Asher froze before slowly standing up.  He looked at me a moment, rubbing his stomach absently.  My eyes followed the movement.  I tried not to notice how absoltuely delectable his abs looked right now.  

"Are you screwing with me Jazz?  You don't remember anything that happened last night?"  

I was surprised by how serious he sounded, how nervous.  

My eyes widened and I looked up at him.  "We didn't . . . did we have sex?"  

Asher raised an eye brow, eyes unconciously skimming down my body.  "Um, no.  No, we didn't."  

My brow furrowed and I sat back against the bed, embarrassed by what had just gone down.  Asher had been groping me in his sleep.  And I had let him!  He probably hadn't thought about exactly what had happened.  if he had, he'd definitely be rubbing it in my face, trying to get a rise out of me.  

"We didn't do, uh, other things, did we?"  Gah, why did my voice have to be so squeaky when I was nervous?  And, of course, Asher's known me long enough to pick up on that.  I could tell he was just holding back a smirk.