5SOS SMUT

HIGH ON YOU (A.I)

After driving the two hours from my best friend’s house back to mine, the first thing I wanted to hear was NOT my older brother Dustin fucking around on his guitar, acting like he was fucking Jesse Lacey when in reality, he couldn’t play a whole song through to save his life. I noticed my Mom’s car was gone, and Dustin sure as hell wouldn’t hear me knocking, so I fumbled with my keys until I found the one for the front door and unlocked it.

If I thought his playing was loud and obnoxious before, it was goddamn unbearable once I got inside. I sighed and made my way up the stairs to my room, throwing my bag and clothes onto my bed and going back down the hall to go back downstairs.

“Hey, Y/N!” Dustin called as I walked past his open door, finally pausing his ear-torturing activity.

“Yeah dude, what?” I asked him, slightly annoyed.

“Whoa, attitude! Can you go grab my gym bag from my car? I left my cell in it and Heather is probably going apeshit.” He asked me with hopeful eyes, hoping to sweet talk me. Asshole.

“Dustin, seriously? I just got home, I don’t want to touch your smelly workout clothes. Your girlfriend can just chill for a bit.” I said exasperatedly. All I wanted was to go downstairs and make some tea and watch About A Girl reruns, Christ.

“Y/N, just fucking do it, okay? I’m busy.” He said, reaching onto his desk and then tossing me his keys. I caught them and rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, busy making the whole goddamn street go deaf…” I muttered, but he was already strumming away again.

I trotted down the stairs and slipped my Havaianas on before making my way down the driveway to Dustin’s (shitty) car. I popped the lock and started rummaging through the clusterfuck of bottles and clothes in his backseat when I heard the clang of trash cans.

I pulled myself up, looking around until I found the culprit. It was my neighbor, Ashton, taking out the trash. And fuck me, he was shirtless.

Lemme just tell you something about Ashton and I. He was gorgeous, and I had a problem keeping my eyes to myself. He was a little over a year older than me and he’d lived next to me for about 9 months, and we were pretty good friends. He and my brother hungout sometimes and he was always flirting with me, and yeah, I totally reciprocated that shit. He was tall, tan, and fresh out of Australia, can you blame me?

I think he caught me looking at him because he held his hand up to shade his eyes from the April sun and turned my way. I just turned away and acted like the back of my brother’s car was the most interesting place in the world.

“Hey, Y/N!” He called to me from the curb. I pulled myself from the back of the car, holding my brother’s gym bag, and turned to Ashton.

“Hey, Ash.” I said with a wave. He smirked and closed the lid on the trash can, jogging over to me. Shit.

“Hey, what’s up?” He asked, smiling and panting slightly. I cleared my throat.

“Um, you know, just doing Dustin’s bidding.” I said with a laugh, holding up his bag.

“Ah, I see..” He chuckled, “Well um, hey, while I’ve got you here, do you wanna come hangout for a bit? I don’t really like being in that big house all alone, I’m not so used to it yet. We haven’t hungout in a while anyway.”

Yeah, and the last time we did was at your family’s Christmas party, and your little sister caught us making out drunk out of our minds in the garage. I thought with a smirk. Shoving the sexy memory down into the depths of my mind, I nodded at him.

“Yeah I’m down, let me just put this away.” I said, popping the car door again and tossing my brother’s bag in the backseat where I found it. Mr. Guitar Player could just wait his happy ass in his room until I was done doing…..whatever it was Ashton and I were about to do. I would be lying if I said I didn’t have a pretty good idea.