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it was dark outside. It was cold, and it was raining. Asher was sitting on a bench, zoning out and fidgeting his fingers. He wanted to go home, but his dad was drunk and kicked him out…so he couldn’t go home. As he was sitting there silently, thinking about how life would be, if he had a loving father. Someone sat next to him…an attractive man, twice his size, smoking a cigarette. He looked rich…he was muscular, really handsome… “What you staring at, little one?” the guy asked coldly. Asher gulped, realising he was staring. “Nothing,” he responded, “you mind sharing a cig though?” he asked hopefully. He heard the man chuckle, “since im feeling nice, here.” he responded whilst handing ash the freshly lit cigarette. Ash took a deep drag before blowing out the smoke towards the ground. “Whats a little thing like you doing out here on your own?” the man asked, looking down at ash. Ash shrugged, continuing to smoke the cigarette. “I got kicked out.” he said quietly, tapping the ashes onto the ground. The man had just noticed ash’s rain soaked hoodie and pants, “whats your name anyway?” ash asked, stubbing out the cigarette under his worn out converse, trying to brush off the question. “Chris. I assume your asher?” he replied calmly, gesturing the ‘asher’ printed on the back of his hoodie. Ash giggled and nodded. “Come on then, my cars that way.” chris stated, standing up and holding out his hand towards ash. He stared up at him confused. “What? Haven't you ever heard of stranger danger?” ash said with a nervous laugh, unsure of what to do. He had never been wanted. “Well, either you freeze to your demise out here on a bench in the middle of nowhere. Or you come to my place and i can take care you. Your choice.” Chris said bluntly, keeping his arm out stretched. Ash thought for a moment and realised he had no other option, grasping the man's hand he followed him out of the park to his sleek black car. Chris unlocked the car and got in, ash following closely behind. He shivered as the car engine turned on, “here.” Chris said plainly, wrapping his fur lined coat around Ash's shivering form. “Oh are you sure? I don't want to ruin your fancy coat.” Ash panicked. “Dont worry about it sweetheart, I've got about 4 more of the same coats at my place.” Chris replied casually, pulling out of the car park and onto the road. Ash hummed into acknowledgment, watched out of the car window. The city lights flashed past him as they drove through the rain, out of the park and onto the highway before pulling off onto the rich estate of town. “Where are we going again?” ash asked quietly. “My place, it's just round here.” Chris replied, his calm demeanour not changing at all. Ash hummed, as they pulled onto the driveway of a massive mansion. Ash stared in awe, both of them getting out of the car and walking inside. Ash stood in the doorway awkwardly, not wanting to get the house dirty. Chris chuckled again, before practically dragging ash upstairs and towards a luxurious bathroom. Ash shook nervously in the door way whilst chris rummaged through the closet, “i think you need a bath hm? Get you all warmed up and cosy.” Chris decided, making his way to the bath and running the water into a huge bath. He added a ton of bubbles, making sure ash would be comfortable. Ash hung up chris’ coat on the hook outside the bathroom, and continued standing in the doorway awkwardly. “Are you bathing in your clothes?” Chris chuckled, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Oh- i just-.. Uhm..” ash stuttered, trying to figure out what to say. “Ill step out if you want me too sweetheart, everything you’d need is right there.” Chris smiled, gesturing to the nook in the wall full of bathing products. “Oh uhm-.. No its okay. Y-you can stay.” ash replied nervously. Chris turned around, as ash peeled off his wet clothes and set them down on the ground. He walked over to the bath, and got in, he sat with his knees pulled up and his back resting against the bath pillow. The bubbles acted as a privacy screen, hiding his body as Chris turned back around. “You're even smaller without clothes.” Chris chuckled. Ash laughed nervously as Chris perched on the corner of the bath, while Ash fidgeted with his fingers nervously. He noticed Chris staring at something, “you have some scars on your arm.” he stated. Ash gulped, right. He’d forgotten about his self-harm scars. “And on your thighs.” Chris added, gently placing a hand on Ash's knee. “Oh it-ts nothing, really.” Ash mumbled, before Chris replied, “they’re from self-harm, right?”
The air disappeared out of Ash's lungs when he said that, causing him to gasp and almost choke on air. “U-uh, yeah.” Ash replied quietly, staring at his fingers. Chris hummed, noticing the nervousness and changing the subject. He handed me a loofa and some body wash, “let me know when you want me to wash your hair, sweetheart.” he said, before retaking his seat on the edge of the bath. Apprehensive, Ash started washing his body in the hot water and body wash. He did really start calming down, the tenseness leaving his bones. “C’mere.” Chris said, the gentleness not leaving his tone as he gestured for ash to move himself forward a little. Ash complied, and Chris grabbed the loofa and started gently washing ashers back. “There, all clean. Let me wash your hair sweetheart.” he instructed tenderly. Ash again obliged and leaned towards Chris.