Want It Quotes

“Thank you for coming with me," he said against Serch's neck.

Serch snorted. "Where else would I be but at your side, G?”
― Avril Ashton, Want It

“I will say, though, that brother of yours is fine as fuck."

"So is yours."

"Oh, word?" Dax stroked his chin. "Since Deacon and I are identical, what you're saying is I'm fine as fuck?”
― Avril Ashton, Want It

“German clutched him, knees buckling, knocking, as he allowed himself this. Serch didn't stay soft and gentle. No. His kiss quickly morphed into carnal territory, hungry, desperate swipes of his tongue shredding German as he matched it. Giving to Serch what he'd never managed to give Ben.

Everything.”
― Avril Ashton, Want It

“What's he talking about?" Ben frowned at him. "What's the deal with the two of you?"

Some questions should never be asked. Not when the answers were world-shattering.”
― Avril Ashton, Want It

“Serch." Why did he always sound like the one who'd been left, who'd been denied? His fingers brushed Serch's forearm, though, and it damn near took him out. His belly pulled tight and heat crashed over his head like a fucking wave, rocking him and weakening his limbs. "Don't do this," German begged softly. "Gram is gone. It's just you and me now." He clasped Serch's shoulder. "I don't want to fight."

All Serch had was the fight, otherwise, he'd be empty, hollowed out by the pain with no one to pass it off to.

"Serch." German's whole fucking palm rested on Serch's face. It just sat there, warm and enticing. The best touch a beggar like him could ever hope to have. "I love you."

His soul shook.

His heart broke all over again.

Serch spun away from him, giving German his back as he leaned against the doorframe, head bowed.

"Please." That shaky voice sounded close, too close to Serch. "Please."

"Fuck your love." Serch faced him with a snarl, chest heaving as he gave up on attempting to control himself. "You love me, German? You kiss me and tell me you want me, and then the instant I turn my back you move across the fucking country with somebody else. You love me? You stay away for years and only speak to me once, once--" He held up a finger. "On the phone."

His brother's mouth opened and closed, but Serch refused to let him talk.

"I've had birthdays without you. I've taken care of Gram without you. I had to watch her die..." His voice disappeared then, and he had to swallow and swallow before finishing. "Without you."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't tell me that shit!" Serch exploded. "Tell me how I can stop wanting you, because I do. Tell me how I can stop feeling your body against mine, because I do. Your cries, your taste. I still get off on them." He grabbed the front of his own t-shirt, fisting it, tugging on it. "Tell me how to stop missing you, because I've been lonely since the day you left. And I'm alone now, even with your breath incinerating my skin."

"I miss you, too."

Fuck! Somebody moved. Somebody must have moved because they were on each other, the press of their bodies so fucking good Serch's eyes watered. German was in his embrace, arms at his nape, fingers gripping his hair.

Parted lips on his.”
― Avril Ashton, Want It