Me and the boys (Ashton Irwin Fan Fiction)

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-Ashton-

After a few beautiful minutes she lifts her head up and looks at me. Her hands goes slowly down my chest. My body starts shivering and tense a bit as her hands reaches the end of my shirt. She follows her hand with her eyes. A small smile is placed on her lips as she looks back up to me. I smile back still a bit nervous under her touch. My eyes flick down to where her hands connects with the end on my shirt and my skin. I can feel one of her fingers slide a bit under the bund from my boxers. I sit a bit more straight than before. What the hell is she doing. My eyes goes back to meet hers. She bits her bottom lip and chuckles a bit. I give her a smile back and hope she don't noti-

"Why so nervous?" She interrupts my thought. She knows exactly what she's doing right now.

"I-I'm not nervous" I stutter. Shit I sound like a little girl. I mean it's not that none has touched me before (not the way you think. I'm the one who pleasured the girls I'm mostly with.) but this is a fucking way different. She is different. I've never ever felt that much like a girl before. For a girl. I always take control when it comes to things like that.

"Sure" she said chuckling. Her fingers leaves my skin and she stands up. I don't want her to leave me. If she were mine I would pull her back on my lap and kiss her. Oh how I wish I could kiss her.

"You want something to eat?" Sam shouts from the kitchen. I shake my head to let these thought fly away and stand up. I step a few steps to the left. Urgh why am I so dizzy? I take a deep breath and walk, this time, straight into the kitchen where Sam ,with her back to me , try's to take a plate from the shelve. I chuckle a bit how she stretches herself. I grab her hips and move her carefully to the side. She giggles a bit as my hands touches her hips.

I take out the plate and turn around to her. She has a playful smirk on her lips which I return.

"So you don't want something to eat?" she raises her eyebrow. "I do want some" I stare at her. "And why took you just one plate out?" she giggles. "Oh... right" I stumble and take out a second plate. This girl drives me crazy in my head.

" I make a few spaghettis ok?" I nod my head and place the two plates on the table.

"We can take a walk and I show you a bit around if you want" she asks.

"Yeah that would be great" I smile at her. "I just take a short shower" I said and sprint up stairs. I hear her soft giggle and smile to myself. I lift my shirt over my head while walking to the bathroom. In the bathroom I take my clothes off and jump under the shower. The hot water let my muscles chill a bit. I see the pictures of Sam on my lap and her hands on my chest every now and then in front of me. I feel a shiver drive through my body at the thoughts. An other thing which stuck in my head is I can't remember me so calm like this. I ever have to control myself not to punch someone. Everyone annoys the shit out of me. Except of her. She makes something to me that I can't explain. I only know it do feels good to relax. After washing my hair and my body I jump out of the shower . I wrap the towel around my waist and walk down stairs. I know I don't look that bad and I think she deserves it to be teased back.

"It's almost don you can si-" she said while turning around. She stops talking and her eyes widen. I can feel her eyes travel up and down my whole body. Ha she's checking me out. Gotcha Ashton. I smirk to myself.

Her eyes stopped at my v-lines. I think my work out the last months was worth it.

"So?" I asked smirking. She shakes her head and look me in my eyes.

"Er... yeah right... the spaghettis are done you... you can sit down" she stumbles.

I chuckle and sit down. She turns around her back facing me. I hear her taking a deep breath and she turns around with a smile. She takes the pasta on my plate and a bit on hers.

-Sam-

Why is he doing this to me? he's so damn hot and his fucking v lines. He wants me to die right? the poor girls who slept with him. They must have suffered as they... you know...

I take a deep breath and turn back around to him. I take the pasta on his plate and a bit of mine. I know I teased him a bit earlier but he can't do this to me can he? and now he sits there. In front of me with only a fucking towel around his waist and eats calmly his spaghettis.