mashton pt2

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the next day ashton didn't get a rose so he pouted because he had been consistently for two months so he plops next to michael 'hey ash.' and ashton frowns and mumbles a hi 'what's..w-what's wrong?' afraid he did something 'i didn't get a rose today..i always get them from this anonymous guy and they're so cute and sweet and i miss them.' he whined and michael went wide eyed 'and he always—' 'wait what?' and ashton looked at him to see him paler than normal so he blushes 'i miss my secret admirer, okay?' and michael shakes his head 'b-but the rose in the trash..i-i thought—' 'some douches took it and threw it out' and michael gets paler and nods, fumbling with his fingers and ashton stares at him, his eyes widening but a grin spreading on his face so he leans over to his ear and whispers because class actually started 'i happen to think this guy is really hot, ya know..very sweet too..' and he trails a fingers down the vein on michael's forearm, making him shiver and blush 'aww would'ya look at that, now he's turning as red as the roses he gives me.' and michael bites his lip and meets his eyes, gasping when his lips collide onto softer ones.

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