Piercings & Lace || Mashton (MPREG) (boyxboy)

Chapter 7

[i haTE LIFE :-)]
[also, chapter 6 was a mess, so sorry about that]

i've talked to this man - what?- once or twice and then i go into his office with a fucking vibrator up my fucking ass (thanks calum - note the sarcasm) a week later. I mean, that takes guts. Some real, nasty guts.

i can't believe i actually did that.

it was all hitting me the Friday evening of that week when i was sitting on my bed casually eating my egg sandwich while calum was talking about some chick he banged the night before with the biggest breasts he's seen so far.

"fuck my ass." i groaned loudly.

"no thanks." calum grinned widely, causing me to shoot him a glare and throwing myself on him, forgetting my beloved food. "wow. okay. i know it's your time of the month and all, with you're horny as but i don't do the guys."

i slapped his chest and and wrapped my legs and arms around his body like a koala. "why?"

"well girls have such grea-"

"no! stop!" i laughed lightly but then sighed. "why did i have to go and embarrass myself like that? now he's definitely avoiding me. And it's all your fault."

"Hardly my fault," he tried to pry me off him but I stuck to him like glue. "I merely got the idea into your head, which by the way was a joke. You just decided to up and run, getting yourself into a twist."

I scoffed at him in disbelief, untangling myself from him. "It's as much your fault as mine."

"Right anyways." He rolled his eyes as I grabbed my sandwich to finish eating it. "I'm sure he likes you, but he probably has some stuff in mind and at home making him not ready to open to anyone."

"Stop being so wise you fuckboi." I pouted after finishing my last bite.

"Takes one to know one." He winked at me, both of us falling back into my bed.

I snorted at his statement and rolled over, my back facing him. "Hardly."

"Oh, and how so?" And I can feel the smirk playing on his lips, which when I rolled over the face him, I was right.

"I haven't had sex in like forever."

"Being a fuckboi has nothing to do with sex. I am offended." He used a fake hurt tone, bringing a hand to his chest.

"Whatever. I just want him." I sighed over dramatically.

"And I want to bang chick, but guess where we are." He sighed dramatically too.

"Wow okay ew." I scrunched my nose in disgust. He only rolled his eyes.

A few hours later of mindlessly scrolling through the internet I let a huge sign escape me, getting calum's attention.

"What now my dear queen?" He spoke in a monotone voice.

"Can we go out. Pleeease?" I begged.

That seemed the interest because he ripped his eyes off his phone, locking it and putting it away. "Can I take you out to a bar?"

"Gay, please?" I pleaded. I needed to get rid of every thought possible of Michael out of my head even for just a night, and if getting drunk and having meaningless, regretful sex was the answer, then that's what I'm going to do.

"Alright, guess I'm the wing man tonight?" He smirked.

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Calum and I arrived at the gay club and waited in line for 10 minutes until we got in. The room was flashing pink and blue lights non stop, with a dance floor filled with men grinding on men and women grinding on women, and if you looked hard enough you'd be able to see couches and table near the back.

Calum put his palm on my back and slowly walked me over to the bar.

"Two shots of tequila." He yelled over the counter to the bar tender (who may I say is very cute).

I watched the man grab 2 shot glasses, putting them on the counter in from of us, pouring the tequila from the bottle, putting lime slices on each and giving us salt. Calum paid for the shots along with the tip (from my wallet may I add).

"Ready to get smashed?" Calum yelled over the music. As a response, I smirked at him and nodded.

We licked our wrists and poured salt into the wet area, setting aside the line and grabbing the shot glasses.

"1!" I yelled.

"2!" He yelled, both of us bringing our salty wrists to our mouths.

"3!" We yelled together, quickly licking the salt, followed by taking the shot and sucking on the line we had set aside.

"Alright Ashton! You go out there and have fun." He patted my back and pushed me forward.

"You're so bad at this." I groaned.

"Yeah? How?" He cocked an eyebrow at me, filing his arms.

"Well for one you have to leave as I sit here looking pretty. Men will buy me drinks and in an hour you bring me to the dance floor." I rolled my eyes at him. "we've been over this."

"I don't understand why you don't let me fuck you." He rolled his eyes at me.

"Because you're not gay." I mimicked him, returning an eye roll. "Besides, we're best friends. I don't want this to be weird."

"Fine." He sighed in defeat. "I'll be back in an hour."

And in an hour he did. I had gotten about 5 drinks and 3 shots in the past hour and I was a down right giggling mess, but he upheld to his side. He grabbed me and began to dance with me until some other guy interjected and began to dance with me.

And I was dancing and dancing and dancing with so many guys, passed over to different ones every minute- at least that's what it felt like. Until at some point one particular guy held me by my hips, guiding them to sway my ass on his dick while I roamed my hands all over our bodies.

"Wanna take you home baby boy." His raspy voice settled into my ear.

A shiver ran down my spine and I couldn't help but giggle as his hand went up my thigh to under my sundress. "Oki."

And ok boy was that a bad idea.

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Just wanted to let you know that I haven't given up on this story yet. I'm just in deep trouble with college and fam and I've been too focused on that.

Anyways it's the second day of 2016 and god knows probably 3 or 4am and I'm uploading this because I feel like I owe you