the pale and the dimpled ;; mashton

// aLtErNaTe EnDiNg //

// we are going to take a trip back in time, before going back to the future, okay? love you guys x. //

recap: I didn't bother knocking, I just pushed the door open quickly, yet felt my stomach drop and myself scream.

[edited]

"What the fuck?"

I walked into Michael's room, which had been extravagantly overdone with rose petals, candles and soft music. Michael had his back to me as he was tinkering with the stereo, and jumped upon my arrival. "Shit! Oh, god--You weren't supposed to be here till later--fuck."

I could feel the large smile making its way across my face as I glided across the floor and to the pale boy. "Is this for me?" I asked, tucking a strand of one of his few hairs behind his ear.

"Well--more for us, I guess, because today's--well, tomorrow--is our anniversary and instead of sex I kind of wanted to make love to you until morning or until you ran out of semen or something and yeah wow okay, I love you."

My heart was thumping erratically in my chest as I reached up to grab Michael's face and bring him closer to my own, our lips connecting in an excited and heated exchange of unspoken words we couldn't dare say aloud. "Michael Gordon Clifford," I whispered as I held his face in my hands. "You are the epitome of beauty, of love and of happiness, and God bless whoever sent you to me. I'm so fucking glad to have you, forever."

Michael smiled, a real smile full of teeth and the expansion of lips and rosy cheeks that looked like they could warm the coldest of hearts.

"You will have me, forever."

Now, I wouldn't doubt it.

[ Four years later ]

"Michael?"

"Yes, baby doll?"

"Where the fuck is my shampoo?"

Michael heaved out a sigh, seeing as Ashton was in one of his moods. It had started first a couple of months after they got married (two years ago--a beautiful ceremony held in mid September, in between both their birthdays so it was fair). A while ago later they had adopted a beautiful girl and handsome boy, and for some strange reason his moods were coming back.

"The coconut one?" Michael poked his head into the bathroom they shared in their house. Ashton nodded, his arms crossed over his chest and a pout on his face, a towel lazily draped on his hips and exposing his tanned skin and V-line. "Um, I think Belle or Dean borrowed it."

Ashton narrowed his eyes at his husband, stepping towards him. "Liar," He said. "You finished it, didn't you?"

Michael blushed, scratching the back of his neck. "M-maybe? It made your hair smell nice and I wanted mine to smell nice too!"

Ashton rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his unruly hair. "Dammit, Mikey! You know I love you, but the shampoo. I could handle you not getting Vegemite or the stuff to make cheese toasties but--"

He was cut-off suddenly when Michael came forward, forcedly pushing his lips against Ashton's. The shorter of the two melted into Michael's touch, stumbling into the bathroom counter. "You getting mad is the hottest thing ever," Michael whispered against his lips, teeth grazing slightly along the bottom one that fit perfectly between his own. "Especially when you're only in a towel." Ashton whimpered in submission, tugging at the Goo Goo Dolls shirt Michael was wearing. deargodohmyfuckwhatthehellimarriedasexgodwhattheFUCK was the only things that the honey haired lad could think, what with someone so gorgeous and amazing pressed against him.

"Not now, love," Michael said as he pulled away. "The kids are going to be home soon."

"Can't we send them to my mum's house for the night?" Ashton frowned, really wanting to spend time with his husband.

"Nope." Michael grinned, chastily pressing another quick kiss to his face. "Now come on, I'm making soup!"

And Ashton followed, happy that things were normal now. Joseph was long gone, the police realizing how unsafe it was to have him out (after Anne had told them about all the threats and mysterious phone calls they got), and Amanda and Molly were serving time for helping him with plans. Calum and Luke were better than ever, trying for a kid that was half Hemmings.

So, he simply smiled down at the band on his ring finger and let Michael pull him along. Things were finally okay.

They were finally okay.

// an

hA BITCH YOU THOUGHT IT WAS OVER

NAHHHHHHHH

jks jks in celebration of 60.9K (!!!!!!) HERE IS THE EXTREMELY FLUFFY ALTERNATE ENDING I PROMISED TO GIVE YOU GUYS

(not that y'all knew lmao)

This is it though, so I hope you all had a fabulous ride. Writing this fanfic really helped me realize a lot of things about myself, etc. And I'm glad I got to experience it with all of you. :-) *crossing my fingers and hoping that y'all didn't delete this lol*

I LOVE YOU

x kat.

[ also a big thanks to all of my friends who stuck with me while i was writing his LOL ] //