this means war • lashton

sixteen

ashton's pov

"you have about fifteen seconds before i put your dick in a shredder." he stared me dead in the eye and i scrambled out of the bed, putting my boxers on and picking up the rest of my clothes. i squeezed past him, feeling him watch me walk out of the house.

luke's pov

once ashton left i pulled a fake smile, but it didn't seem to work. "and what's this?" he bent down, grabbing the skirt off the floor and holding it in the air. "did he make you wear this?"

"n-no!" i blushed. "i- i decided on it myself."

"how long has this been going on for, luke?" he sighed and i looked at him confused. before i could speak he walked over to the side of the bed and held up the lace panties. "really?"

"they're better than boxers." i mumbled quietly and he just shook his head. "why did you have to do this?"

i stared at him blankly, not knowing what he was talking about.

"now they have something against us! we'll lose the bet!"

"the what?"

"the bet! we could get a trip to paris if we win, all expenses paid by them. why did you think we went to bali? we found cigarettes outside."

i looked at him in disbelief. "what's skirts have to do with bad?"

"luke, you'd give anyone a show with these you're dressing like a little slut."

"maybe boys shouldn't look." i mumbled.

"this is isn't even a skirt!" he tossed it on the bed. "theres holes all over it you might as well go out naked."

"it's not about cover up we should teach others to not be perverts."

"this is a thong, luke, we're about to lose the bet because of you."

"do you even support me in wearing it?"

"of course i do, your father used to make me wear all kinds of things in bed it was-"

"enough!" i quickly covered my ears. "i don't want to know!" 

"okay, fair enough. but just so you know he was a sucker for pet play!"

i screamed, throwing a pillow at him as he walked out of the room laughing. 

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"it's even." i watched as he tossed the skirt on the table. "smoking versus getting bad in bed, especially at this age. and you sir, are not daddy." he jabbed a thumb at ashton who looked down in shame.

"so what does this mean?"

"neither of us get to go." he held out his hand to make a deal and ashton's dad stood up and shook it. "deal."

"you two are so immature, making bets out of your children." ashton shook his head, grabbing my arm and tugging me out of the room."but for our bet, who wins?"

"it's not over yet," i grinned. 

"daddy."

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lol what am i writing