DT Serum, Primary Testing In Progress

She kissed Lex back deeply. She wrapped her legs around his hips and tried to pull him closer. She so wanted to do it with him, but wanted him to lead when he felt comfortable enough for it, and she wasnt sure if he was ready yet.

Lex wasn't sure what Layla wanted, so he let her pull him close to her.  He pressed into her, kissing her deeply.  He wanted to please her, but he wasn't sure how.

Layla started to kiss him more tenderly, and smoothly took his shirt off, letting her fingers linger over his scarred skin and tracing his muscles as she did so.

Lex drew back slightly in surprise at first then calmed and eased back against her.  Following Layla's lead, his hands found her shirt and began easing it up, but he stopped at the bottom of her bra.  Did she want him to take it off?

Layla didn't seem to mind at all. She even helped him take her shirt and bra off, exposing her generous bosom.

Lex froze, staring at her chest.  Swallowing hard, he moved back.  "Layla, I... I'm not asking anything from you," he said nervously.  He couldn't take his eyes off her breasts.  "I didn't mean to make you think you'd have to... do that... to stay here.  I mean..."  His tongue got tagled and he fell silent, blushing fiercely.  He did want, and he wanted her badly, but at the same time, something didn't feel right about taking her then and there.

Layla sighed a little and gently placed a hand on his cheek. "Lex.... I will never push you into sex. If you want it, I will gladly be there for you, but I won't force you, okay? Just.... let me know if I am taking things too far?" She didnt want to make him uncomfortable, and felt uneasy, worried she already took things out of his comfort zone.

Lex managed to drop his eyes and stared at the floor.  "I... I want to do things right.  I don't ever want to hurt you, and I'm scared I will."  To his shame, Lex felt tears gather in his eyes and begin tracing a path down his cheeks.  "I break everything I touch, Lays.  I hurt everyone.  Even Ash.  I can't hurt you."

Layla sat up and gently pulled Lex into a hug. "Lex, I doubt there is anything you can really do to hurt me." She told him softly. "And besides, I dont think you break as much as you think. If you really and truly hurt Ashton, do you think he would still call you his best friend? And True sees you as his brother, and even seems to appreciate having you around. We all break things sometimes, but things also get stronger as they mend."

Lex wrapped his arms tightly around Layla and buried his face in her neck.  He cried softly, his tears dripping on her shoulder.  "I'm sorry," he whispered, not sure if he was apologizing for crying or what he'd said or both or more.

Layla let Lex cry and did her best to comfort him. She held him close and rubbed his back soothingly. "Its all right." She assured him softly.

Lex got ahold of himself and eased back.  Clearing his throat, he said a touch hoarsely, "I don't feel comfortable doing it tonight.  Maybe not for a long time.  Are you okay with that?"

Layla smiled. "That's fine with me. I'll be happy whenever you're ready."

Lex kissed her cheek gently.  "Thank you."  He hesitated.  "Could you, um, put something on your chest?"  His hands felt like they were burning with the urge to fondle her, but no.  Nope.  He would be better than that.

Layla nodded. She grabbed one of Lexs shirts that was laying on the floor and tugged it on. "Better?" She asked.

Lex smiled a bit.  "Better."  He sat next to her on the bed, one hand caressing her leg lightly.  "Do you want help moving your stuff in tomorrow?"

In Ashton's room, Chris bolted upright with a gasp.  He stared at the far wall, shaking.  He didn't remember dozing off, but he must have.

Layla smiled and snuggled against him. "Of course. I don't have much, but I'll gladly accept the help."

Ashton was asleep, laying next to Chris.

"Do you want to get more stuff?" Lex asked.  "I mean like going shopping for clothes and stuff."

Chris looked down at Ashton.  When had he come to bed?  He shook his head.  Never mind.  It didn't matter.  He reached down at touched Ashton's back.  Gently, he began rubbing it, letting his hand trail along his love's back.  After a few moments of that, he cupped Ashton's rump, trying not to wake him.

Layla paused and thought. "Maybe. I haven't had a long term home in a while...."

Ashton sighed in his sleep as Chris rubbed his back. When Chris felt him, Ashton had a nice ars.

"Welcome to your home," Lex said simply.  "If you want."

Chris sighed softly as he let his hand rubbed over Ashton, feeling the firm flesh beneath his hand.  Slowly he worked his way up and down Ashton's back, stroking his rump and neck lightly.

(This is assuming he's laying on his stomach.)

Layla smiled thoughtfully. Hearing those simple words meant a world to her. Home. She had a home. Someplace she belonged and was wanted.

Ashton slept on contently. His back was well muscled, as he was a solid guy, but he was still a little lean too. Not as lean as Lex, but definitely lean as opposed to a hulking body builder.

Lex lay down and pulled Layla down next to him.  He nestled into her, holding her securely in his arms.  He was still dressed, but he didn't care.

Taking a deep breath, Chris slipped his hands under Ashton's shirt and stealthily worked it up.  He managed to get the fabric off cleanly without jostling Ashton too much, a handy skill in his old trade, and stared down at the beautiful body he'd uncovered.  Gently, lovingly, he caressed Ashton's back, wishing he would roll over but scared to wake him.

Layla gladly cuddled him. She would have wished he went for it, but wanted Lex to be comfortable and happy more, and right now he was happy. She kissed his cheek before she started to try and fall asleep.

Ashton slept like the dead. Chris pretty well had Ashton's back to play with, as Ashton rarely tossed and turned in his sleep.

"What's wrong, Lays?" Lex asked softly.  "You got that look that says you're kind of but not really disappointed."

Chris smiled fondly down at Ashton.  He took his time enjoying every bit of skin he had access to, even kissing the scars.  Then his hands hesitated at Ashton's waistband.  Did he dare?

"It's fine." Layla smiled at him. She pecked a kiss on his cheek. "It's nothing for you to worry about, all right?"

Ashton was still out of it. He rarely slept very well, but tonight was a blissful exception.