Author's Note: Well here it is! The long awaited sequel to Chasing August. For all new readers out there, I advice you to read the other story first before you read this. Though if you don't, I guess it's no big deal. You'll eventually get the jist I think. I'd also like to state that this chapter isn't edited because right now I don't have a beta. So if anyone is interested in being the beta for this story, please PM me! I'd love it! :) I hope you all enjoy it!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to me.

Warning(s): Adult situations, language, mild-violence, strong sexual content

Seattle Rain

Chapter 1

It had been two years since the summer Ashley had met Bo again and their love affair had turned his life upside down. When he had climbed on the bus heading back to Seattle he had hoped that soon Bo would come chasing after him, after the waves had settled back home. But the seasons came and went and two years passed with not a letter, call, or word from the younger man. The only thing he had left to remember the boy bye were a few pictures and a heart full of memories.

The ache that had been left behind from the loss had faded eventually, leaving behind a cold scar that bitterly twisted over his heart. No matter how many times he told himself that he needed to move on he couldn’t and he knew that he never would. He gave up everything for that one summer and all he got in return were a handful of tear soaked memories. He knew deep down though that he wouldn’t trade in the passion filled summer for anything. But he couldn’t cast it off as a fling. There was more to it, or at least for him there had been more.

“Quiet!” Ashley snapped, scowling at his students for the third time in fifteen minutes. It wasn’t a lie that he had become somewhat tougher on the students of West Wood Academy. Where else to take out his stress then on the students that grated at his nerves day in and day out?

The fifth period glass fell into a lull of silence, eyes darting around the room everywhere but on Ashley’s desk. When thirty sound free seconds passed successfully he nodded and started the movie back up again.

Annoyingly Ashley pushed a few wispy strands of hair from his face. His bangs refused to comb back though and fell back in front of his gold-hazel eyes. He gave another sigh and took a sip of his water, looking out over his glass who barely kept focus on the movie. He knew he should care more, but he was beginning to get to the point where he just barely got through his days.

It didn’t take long for his students to return to idle chatter whispered behind cupped hands. For high school students he would have thought their maturity levels would have been higher. Yeah, right.

Taking the remote he hit the stop button to the TV mounted on the right corner of the room by the door. He stood quietly and walked over to the light switch and flipped it before returning to his desk. He turned to face his students who looked at him with curious, hesitant gazes.

He straightened his suit and smooth out his shirt before saying in a calm, controlling tone, “Well, seeing as how you all would rather talk then watch I figured I’d cut the movie short.”

He scanned out over the glass, staring down each of his pupils with a tempting gaze. When no one said anything he announced, “Pop quiz. For those that were paying attention this will be easy bonus points. For those that weren’t well… I guess you’re just out of luck. Next time you’ll pay attention, now won’t you?”

He pulled out the papers that he had made just incase he needed them and passed them out to each row, “You have the rest of the period to finish them. It should be more then enough time. If I see one person talking you fail the quiz and get an automatic detention, is that understood?”

When everyone nodded he gave a triumphant smile that came off sardonic and took a seat behind his desk once more. Ashley folded his hands on top of his desk and watched silently as his students bowed their heads and began to scratch at the papers; over half the students looking dumbfounded and lost. Finally after five minutes of watching Ashley pulled out a stack of papers and began to grade, keeping an ear open for any muffled chatter.

He turned his head to look outside after another five minutes had passed, hearing the familiar sound of rain pelting against the windowpanes. How many times did it rain in Seattle? He shook his head and watched the downpour slow to a soft, consistent drizzle that would soak everything.

“I heard that,” Ashley snapped, jerking his head to glare at the curly topped boy near the back in the third row. He held out his hand for the test and pulled out a detention slip with the next.

By the time class was over he had handed out two more detention slips. When the last lingering students shuffled out Ashley pulled his things together and walked out of the room, locking the door behind him. His saving grace for the day was the fact that it was Friday and he’d have a stress free weekend. Gripping his briefcase in hand he walked towards the teacher’s lounge, pushing through throngs of mingling students that clogged the hallways. Moving between classes was worse then getting stuck in rush hour traffic.

It took him a little over five minutes to make it to the room that should have been only two minutes away. He shut the door behind him and walked over to one of the tables, setting his briefcase down.

“You aren’t going to sit here again and do nothing but grade papers, are you?”

Ashley flicked his gaze up to the owner of the boisterous voice. Alice Jefferson was Ashley’s best friend for seven years and one woman he would never want to piss off. The only words he could think of to describe her were: big and fabulous. She had a thick waist, large breasts, and as she said ‘a booty that put Janet Jackson’s to shame’. Her size twenty body did little to stop her from walking into a room and owning it. With a head of lustrous black waves, dark mocha skin, full lips, and eyes the color of dark chocolate it was no wonder she was considered beautiful. She was a woman who knew where she stood and worked it. Ashley often times envied her boldness.

“Well that was my original plan,” Ashley drawled off.

Alice shook her head and took a seat, throwing the man across from her a brow sack, “Figures. No wonder your only skin and bones, you never eat.”

“I do eat, I just don’t always have time for lunch. And I’m not skin in bone, I’ll have you know I have muscles. I go to the gym,” Ashley defended, taking the offered lunch sack and opening it.

Alice made a dismissive noise in her throat and waved her hand before saying, “Whatever. Eat and grade. Your favorite, pepper turkey and Swiss on a wheat bread. Light brown mustard.”

“Thanks.”

“Mmhmm,” Alice hummed as she took a bite out of her own sandwich. Once she swallowed she asked, “So, what’s with the sourpuss face?”

“Nothing,” Ashley said with a shake of his head.

Alice narrowed her eyes at him, looking past the walls he had thrown up a little over a year ago. Once he had come to the realization that Bo wasn’t coming back he had put up a mask, trying to keep the pain from escaping. Alice always seemed to see past it though.

“Bullshit. You aren’t moping over him again are you?”

“No,” Ashley said defensively.

“Then what?”

“Nothing. Just annoyed, students are being…”

“What? Students? Come on, I know it ain’t that. You’ve worked here to long to get that aggravated by dumb ass kids.” Alice scuffed, waving the sandwich around theatrically before taking another bite.

Ashley rolled his eyes, “Whatever. Look drop it.”

Just as he took a small bite of the turkey sandwich Alice asked, “When was the last time you had sex?”

Ashley nearly spit his food out. He looked at her with a wide scandalized expression and stuttered, “W-what?”

“Oh knock it off, you aren’t virginal. When was the last time? Six months ago?” Alice pressed, narrowing her eyes back at him again.

“No!” Ashley hissed.

“Then?”

After a long pause Ashley finally grunted, “Three months ago…”

“Dear lord! No wonder you’re in a pissy mood. Come on, are you telling me you haven’t been going out? What did I tell you?” Alice scolded, glaring at her friend. She didn’t understand why Ashley put him self through the turmoil. He needed to move on.

Ashley sighed heavily and shook his head, “I just… I can’t.”

As soon as the man dropped his eyes Alice felt her anger recede away until it faded into a dull guilt and pain. With a sigh of her own she shook her head and said, “Ash… I know ya loved him, but it’s been two years. It’s time to move on.”

“I know… it’s just…” Ashley began, trailing off. He didn’t know what to say. He ran out of excuses for Bo.

“It’s nothing. You and me are going out tonight, okay? We’ll hit the town! It’ll be fun. And you are going to put yourself out there! You’re young, you’re hot, and you’re tight. Any man will want you!”

Ashley eyed Alice warily, not sure he wanted to hit the scene with the woman. He wasn’t sure he was ready for it. Though he didn’t have much of a choice. When Alice made up her mind, she made up her mind.

True to word, as soon as they day had let up Alice ambushed Ashley with plains for the evening. She would promptly arrive at his apartment at seven thirty so they could go and grab a nice dinner. Then they would hit one of the local clubs where they would shake their Asses off, as she had put so eloquently. Ashley grimaced at the thought but agreed anyways. He use to love going out, but as of lately he had become a hermit.

Ashley pulled away from the mirror when he heard a knock at his door. Smoothing down the last strand of hair he walked to the front and opened the door up to Alice. Dressed in tight jeans, a nice fitting silk top of purple with gold embellishments, and a pair of pumps that would make Carrie Bradshaw jealous created the one of a kind look that Alice always aimed for.

“Your boobs are going to pop out,” Ashley said, eyes zeroing in on the accented mounds. Alice waved her hand, “Sugar, they’re in good and tight. That’s what you’re wearing?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with it?”

“Pssh, it’s obvious you haven’t been out for awhile,” Alice said with a shake of her head, “Ready?”

“Yeah, let me grab my coat.” Once Ashley slid on the black jacket he grabbed his keys and directed the woman out the door. Alice gave his black pants and black and raspberry pinstripe button down a once over again before shaking her head dismissively.

“Stop eyeing me,” Ashley said as he slid into the front of his Mazda.

“What? I’m not eyeing,” Alice said, holding her hands up defensively.

Ashley rolled his eyes and started the car up. It was a fifteen-minute drive to the restaurant and another fifteen-minute drive to the club afterwards. The rain had yet to let up, which was odd for the December weather. Snow should have been falling, but instead they got a cold downpour that occasionally mixed with ice.

Ashley parked the car in a neighboring garage. Alice pulled her coat close and said with a shiver, “Mercy it’s cold.”

Ashley gave a grunt in response and pulled his coat closer as they headed down to the large building. A line of people curled around the side but they walked up to the front, Alice exchanging a few words with the bouncer. They were in before their toes could even frost over. The music was loud, the lights were dim, and the ambiance was perfect for a night of sin. Ashley settled for taking a spot next to the bar instead of joining Alice out on the floor.

“Washington Apple,” Ashley told the bartender, passing a ten to the man.

He grabbed the large shot when it was set down in front of him and slugged it back with two swallows.

“Rough day?” A strange voice said from behind him. Ashley flicked his eyes back to the man before nodding to the bartender for another.

“It’s on me,” The man set, setting the money down.

Ashley turned to face him, giving the man another once over before saying over the music, “Thanks.”

He wasn’t bad looking, but Ashley didn’t feel up to attempting to get back on the horse. The man passed him a charming smile revealing a row of white teeth. His pale green eyes crinkled as he grinned, softening his hard angled face. Ashley took the shot and downed it again in two swallows.

“You know how to slug them back,” The man said with a laugh.

Ashley shrugged, “Experience?” It was a lame explanation.

“I’m Patrick,” The man said, holding his hand out.

“Ashley.”

“Don’t hear that name often,” Patrick said with another low laugh.

Ashley gave a shrug, “Guess it makes me unique.”

“Would you like to dance?”

“How do you know I’m gay?” Ashley asked, drawing up a brow.

Patrick grinned and gave a weak roll of his shoulders, “Guess. You accepted my drink though, so you either really want to get drunk or you’re gay.”

“Both.”

“What?” Patrick asked.

“It’s both. I don’t dance…” Ashley trailed off.

“Yes he does,” Alice piped in as she fluttered over, face flushed. Ashley shot her a glare but she simply waved him off and turned to Patrick, “I’m Alice.”

“Patrick.”

Ashley continued to glower at his friend but Alice ignored him and said, “He’ll dance.”

With that she grabbed Ashley and shoved him towards the dance floor. Patrick laughed and followed behind him. Ashley sighed heavily and dejectedly walked to the dance floor. Well, it was only a dance. He could handle that. There were no strings attached and he could escape as soon as it was over.

The song switched and the new set of beats rolled over the room. The bass was up full blast making everything have a pulse. Patrick guided Ashley’s body towards his, leading them into a hard sway that rocked their bodies together. Ashley was stiff at first, his body refusing to bend to the rhythm of the music. Once the shots began to flow to his brain though he loosened up and let himself go.

They danced through three songs before stumbling to the bar to do another set of shots and a beer apiece. They went back and forth between the bar and the dance floor, Alice guiding and joining in occasionally. Ashley didn’t know when he had let himself go completely, it had to be somewhere between his fifth shot, but he was to the point of not caring. For a brief second there was a blip in his misery, which gave a glimpse off possible happiness. Sure he wasn’t looking for anything solid, but a night of carefree fun wasn’t a terrible thing. He deserved it. His sanity deserved it.

His innocent dance with Patrick eventually led to something much more and it spilled out from the club into his car to eventually his apartment and bed. They fell backwards into the comforter with their arms tangled, clawing at each other and ripping clothing away with ravenous hunger. Ashley was bursting at the seams with desire; it had been far to long since his last release. His fingers fisted in Patrick’s sleek red curls, tugging and pulling at them as the other man nipped at his throat.

Somewhere between bites and kisses they had managed to strip one another, leaving nothing between them but air. Patrick sank his teeth into Ashley’s smooth skin, leaving bite marks dusted across his shoulder and throat and down his chest. He nipped at Ashley’s pale rose nipples and rolled the stubs around in his teeth, lapping at them with his tongue. His hands traced each curve on the teacher’s body and pressed the man down to prevent him from rising up. Ashley, in his state of alcohol induced lucidity, let Patrick have whatever he wanted. He responded eagerly to each touch, bite, and command with eager moans and kisses of his own.

Patrick kissed his stomach, his shoulders, beneath his knees, his thighs, his throat, his cheeks, everything but his mouth. It was a one-night stand and they weren’t going to complicate it. Ashley found himself on his hands and knees, to lost in the fiery kisses to make heads or tails of what was happening. He didn’t care though what was happening; as long as he could forget everything else he was good.

Before Patrick penetrated him he had managed to slip on a pre-lubricated condom. In one hard swing of his hips Patrick entered Ashley, forgetting to prep the man before hand. Ashley didn’t seem to mind though and gave a howl of pleasure at the thrust. He pulled forward, rocking on his hands and knees, and slammed backwards to meet Patrick’s next thrust. In a stumbling, messy dance they began to move. It was hard and hot and far from perfect, but it did the job and it fulfilled both Ashley and Patrick’s desires.

Ashley moaned out into the night as Patrick slammed into him. Releasing the weight on his hands, Ashley lowered his front body down onto the bed, propping his forehead on a curled arm. He gave another throaty pant and reached between himself and the bed with his free hand and found his own aching cock. With trembling fingers he began to stroke himself.

It was delicious, but it wasn’t sex with Bo. Patrick was forceful, but he didn’t have the same power Bo did. Ashley knew he had to stop comparing though and just feel. No one would be Bo and he knew that. It was time to move on.

With another slam and another stroke Ashley came, spurting over his hand and spilling out onto his bed with a hard, loud moan. Patrick gave a grunt and low groan as Ashley’s tight entrance began to spasm around his own throbbing, dripping cock. Ashley was filled to the brim and he eagerly took more and more.

They collapsed onto the bed in a sticky pile, to exhausted and to drunk of the afterglow of sex to try and snuggle or strike up a conversation. Instead they lay back on Ashley’s pillows and fell asleep, comforter off the bed and sheets tangled between their legs.

To Be Continued...

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