For a Good Time, Call | Mashton/Malum ( #Wattys2017 )

[8] Call Him Maybe?

The night had gone by slowly. Michael didn't necessarily have fun at the party, but he was supporting his best friend. Thankfully for him, the night was almost over with, but that meant that he didn't get to go home with Ashton like he desperately wanted. Instead, if he was going to relieve himself, he was either going to have to do it on his own or call the number Ashton had gifted him. He couldn't help but think it was some sort of trick. He was hoping that it was some kind of foreplay on Ashton's part in all honesty.

"You look like you're having a fantastic time," Ashton chuckled as he approached Michael.

"Oh, just a blast," Michael said, sarcasm dripping from his tongue.

"Where are your friends?" the wavy haired lad asked.

"They disappeared about an hour ago. I'm assuming they went somewhere to fuck each other," Michael shrugged.

"Sounds like they do it a lot?" Ash wondered.

"Eh, kind of. Whenever it's an event like this that they don't want to be at, they think it's cool to just disappear and leave me down here to rot," Michael admitted to him. He downed the last of the champagne that was in the flute and turned to his makeshift boyfriend. "Are you sure that you won't come home with me?"

Ashton just gave him a smile and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mikey. Just call the number I gave you and he'll make all of your wildest fantasies will come true."

"Is that his tag line? Because that's a bit cheesy," Michael asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, but I have to make him sound good so you'll stop begging me and give this guy some business," Ashton chuckled. "Don't worry. He's safe and clean. He's one of my friends. And you know that I wouldn't put you in a bad situation. I could lose my job over that and I actually enjoy doing this job."

"I can't see why you wouldn't," Michael scoffed, not meaning for it to come out as rude as it did.

"The sex is just an added bonus, believe it or not. I like to meet people and find out a little about them. Granted, I'm only meeting them for sexual purposes. But I like the social aspect of it," Ashton told him, throwing Michael into a fit of hysterics. The escort just looked at Michael with a confused grin on his face. "What the hell is so funny about that?"

"You're telling me that you're only doing this job to meet people?" Michael asked once his laughter calmed down.

"Well, not at first. When I first started it, I was just a lonely and horny teenager that wanted to fuck and make money. Now, I do it more for the social part of it," Ashton admitted.

"That's the first I've ever heard of that," Michael laughed, his eyes letting small tears escape.

Ashton stood there awkwardly and looked around the room, not sure what to do with Michael dying of laughter in front of him. People were staring at the two and Ashton felt like there was a spotlight shining right on the two of them that he strangely didn't like. Before either of them could speak again, Luke and Spencer appeared behind Michael.

"Something funny?" Luke asked as he grabbed a dessert.

Michael quit laughing for a second and looked at his friend. "Yeah, Ashton was just telling me that h-"

"I just told him a lame joke and he thought it was the funniest thing in the world," Ashton answered, saving both of their asses before Michael spilled the beans.

"Michael laughing at a lame joke? This has never happened before and should be documented in the history books. Tell me, Michael, are you drunk?" Luke wondered.