That glow again, soft and warm. 

"Asher, Asher — you've, you've got me, I —" 

"I've got you, I've got you," Asher says. "I wonder if I can--" 

A movement, and they're standing and Asher is holding Sasha and fucking him onto his dick.

That, that shouldn't be, there was going to be an adjective there but Sasha doesn't remember what it was going to be. 

"You've got me — Asher yes Asher please — please, you've, Asher —" and his vision whites out as he finishes. 

Sasha is tossed back onto the bed and then Asher is inside him again.

"I hope you like getting fucked after you come."

He nods, a little frantic, and keeps clinging. 

Asher fucks him hard and fast. He kisses his lips and neck and shoulders, bites him, and speaks long strings of fast French interspersed with moans. 

It turns out that when someone has had more than a single-digit number of orgasms in their life sex can go on for a while!

It's so much it's too much it's so good and he's definitely going to be sore tomorrow. 

And finally Asher says "je t'aime, mon coeur" and groans and pushes into Sasha one last time and comes. 

He buries his face in Asher's shoulder and keeps holding on. 

"You've got me," he says again, wondering this time. 

"You've got me," Asher agrees. "Stay with me tonight?"

"I want to," still into Asher's shoulder. "Kaleva'd probably feel better if I went back but I did say there might be sex at this party, and it's not like he didn't okay it..." 

"If you went somewhere else, you'd have to move," Asher points out. "And if you stay here, we can have morning sex."

"Mmmm. That's true." He's already cuddling up to Asher. 

That night, Asher spends a long time staring at the ceiling, trying to cope with the unfamiliar feeling of caring whether someone other than Ben likes him.  

In the morning, Sasha is woken up by the smell of something delicious.

It's only been four days since he moved into Chen and Kaleva's room, he's still not really used to the glow when he wakes up around people who want him and want him there. 

He gets up and finds Asher and hugs him. 

Asher's single has a little kitchen! Asher is shirtless and frying beignets. 

"Made breakfast," he says, indicating the table. "Baked apples, eggs hussarde, and beignets." The baked apples are topped with an oatmeal-raisin-pecan crumble and some sort of white sauce. Eggs hussarde appears to be an English muffin topped with an egg, back bacon, and yellow and brown sauces. The beignets are little pastry squares dusted with sugar.

There is also kind of a lot of food.

"You're the best. This was the best decision." 

The food is, of course, amazing. 

Asher sits down to eat with a quart of milk. 

"Feel free to bring some to Chen and Kaleva. I didn't actually cook for only two people until I was fourteen and I'm still not very good at it."

.....Auradonians. Still. He's sharing food with Sasha and making it clear that Sasha can pay the favor forward, so. 

"I will, thank you!" 

Asher is steadily working through the entire quart of milk, in between beignets and bites of eggs hussarde. 

"These are my mom's man-catching beignets, you know."

"Not that I'm objecting, because I'm definitely not, but I think I'm already pretty thoroughly caught." 

"You never know! Maybe I want to catch Kaleva."

"...not that he'll complain either, but you might have better luck showing up at our dorm and talking to him." 

Asher gestures with a fork. "Hey now! Which of us is the famous rake? And they don't even know about half of my conquests because they're gay."

It occurs to Asher that he is on reflex doing the "this is just for fun, I can't be tied down, don't expect commitment" thing, and that perhaps he should... not.

"And which of us knows Kaleva?"