It was Thursday night, the day before Michael was supposed to bring Ashton to meet Spencer and Luke. Michael hadn't even mentioned it to him yet because he didn't want to sound like he was a desperate loser. He knew that Ashton would get paid for it anyway, but the fact of the matter was if Ashton would think of him as pathetic. He really liked Ashton as a person and already felt pathetic for having signed up for Heaven's Gates.
It was late, but he knew that Ashton would still be awake. The guy was kind of a night owl. Michael grabbed his laptop from the night stand and went to Heaven's Gates to start a chat with Ashton. He really needed to get his number for situations such as this.
To: silentirwin
Are you available tomorrow night?
From: silentirwin
Yes. Another meeting? ;)
Michael couldn't help but smirk at Ashton's message. He would love if the night ended in them having sex together, but he didn't think that Ashton would voluntarily do that without pay. Fucking Luke with his gala party.
To: silentirwin
Where are you?
From: silentirwin
I can be at your apartment in 5.
Michael figured that it was easier to tell him about it instead of over a direct message. That way he wouldn't miss any details or the message wouldn't be the length of a Harry Potter novel. He got up from bed and went into the bathroom to make himself at least a little sexy for Ashton. He didn't want him seeing him as a lazy and ugly pig. He wanted to look desirable for the guy, even if he did pay him for sex.
Instead of staying in his bedroom to watch Netflix on his laptop, he went out to the couch and watched it on his TV so he was closer to the door. It had been a while since Michael had binged on a series, so he decided that moment would be the right time. It wasn't like he had anything better to do. He scrolled through Netflix, trying to find something that looked somewhat interesting. He ended up choosing Making A Murderer to see what all the hype about it was.
Just as Michael started getting into the episode, there was a knock on his door. Mentally, he cursed Ashton for coming, but then regretted it because he actually liked to see Ashton. Michael paused the show and got up from the couch, roughing his hair up a bit and straightened his tight fitting wife beater. He thought he looked like a sex God in his wife beater and pizza pajama pants.
When he opened the door, he was greeted with a tired looking Ashton sipping out of a straw, wearing a light jacket over what looked to be a onesie. Michael wouldn't judge. He actually looked smol and adorable and cozy. So much so, Michael just wanted to cuddle with him.
"Since when did five minutes turn into fifteen?" Michael smirked.
"I couldn't pass up the flavor of the day at Marco's," Ashton told him with a smile. "It was Oreo Explosion with brownie pieces in. For an Oreo enthusiast such as myself, passing that up would be like committing murder. It's a no-no."
Michael laughed, finding Ashton to be adorable when he was tired and off duty. "Come in."
Ashton followed Michael in, collapsing in the recliner as he continued to sip his large Oreo Explosion shake. And he was definitely wearing a music note onesie. Michael took a seat on the couch, turning the television off so neither of them would get distracted by it.
"What did you need me for at this hour? If it's a booty call, I'm doubling the price," he joked.
"No, I actually had to talk to you about tomorrow night. My best friend Luke invited me to his gala party...and I kind of told him that we were together..." Michael said bluntly, earning a pair of shocked and confused eyes.
"Why did you tell him that?" Ashton wondered, his tone sounding disbelieved. "Michael, I thought you understood that this wasn't going anywhere. Heaven's Gates isn't a dating service...it's an escort service. I can't see you anymore if that's the case."
"I know that you're only an escort service. But I had to come up with an excuse as to why I continued blowing him off and he kept bugging me about bringing a date and having a boyfriend, so I just blurted your name out. You're supposed to be my date for that kind of stuff, aren't you? I'll pay you, Ashton. Please? It's nothing more than business," Michael pleaded.
Ashton was quiet for a second and then looked up at Michael. "Fine. I'll be your fake boyfriend. But there are some regulations I have to go over for this before anything. Do you have a piece of paper?"
Michael nodded, getting up and going to his little den and grabbing a piece of loose leaf notebook paper. He grabbed one of his pens and brought it out to Ashton. He sat back down and watched as the wavy haired boy started writing. After a few minutes, he looked up at Michael awkwardly.
"You can watch the telly if you want. This might take me a little bit."
Michael did as told, turning his TV back on and pressing play on the show again. He continued to get absorbed in the television show, understanding why people were so obsessed with it. He nearly forgot that Ashton was in his apartment until the kid got his attention.
"Pause it," he demanded. Michael did as told and Ashton then slid the piece of paper across the coffee table towards him. "You have to read it and then sign at the bottom. It's not as official as the papers at work, but it's pretty close and it's just proof."
Fake Boyfriend Rules/Regulations:
1. Escort must get paid the rates they ask for. ($50)
2. Escort must be informed of how far in the relationship they are in and what colleagues/friends/peers know of them and how much they know about them.
3. Escort must be told ALL activities of date. If not, the escort and Heaven's Gates has every right to file a lawsuit.
4. If PDA is needed, escort must be willing and not forced. The costumer also must understand that this is a no strings attached deal. Costumer and escort must not pursue romantic relations while costumer or escort are still enrolled with Heaven's Gates.
Michael read over Ashton's scrawl a few more times, making sure that he understood everything. Ashton was playing his phone, not even paying attention to Michael. In a way, it hurt him knowing that he couldn't have an interest in Ashton. Not that he did anyway. Ashton wouldn't go for someone like him anyway.
Ashton and Michael were strictly business. Nothing more.
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Sorry it's so short. I didn't want to include the party yet because it sound too much in one chapter, so next chapter I will include it!
Thoughts on Ashton's rules?
Thoughts on Michael feeling hurt?
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Fanfiction{Started: 8/30/2015} {Ended: 11/13/2016} Michael was looking for a good time, not a relationship. ---- Cover by: @ashton__tho © Copyright 2015 to Brianna (1D_HarryStyles_1D)
