Dance Lessons (ashton irwin fanfic)

Lesson 1

"Heres your room Poppy," Ashton said showing his dimples. He turned on his heels to head out, but I stopped him, "Are you the .. terrible dancer?"

He chuckled, "Yes, I am the very putrid dancer." I giggled at him, his head rolled back in laughter, "Well, I'll see you later, Ashton."

"Call me Ash."

*

I stood in the empty room, waiting for Ashton to come down. Second day here, first practice. The door opened and a shirtless teen popped in. Myself, in a sports bra and some yoga pants. "Come out on the dance floor, show me what you've got."

He slid his shoes off, and walked out. "Like this?" He popped his hip out, shaking his hips side to side. Then he just froze and rolled his hips. I couldn't help my eyes landing on his toned chest. Then he clapped his hands together, laughing. I went back to reality, "Come here Ashton, that was terrible." He stuck his lip out, as if to pout.

"Tap your foot in a beat." He obeyed, tapping his foot gently. "You've got a good beat." He giggled, "I am the drummer." I nodded, he does have nice muscles.

"Alright, now spread your legs just a bit," I said in command. "Sway your hips now." He was moving way to fast, so I placed my fragile hands on his hips. He squirmed under my touch at first. I smiled and swayed his hips. "What the fuck is going on here?"

"Calum," Ashton said, his eyes wide. "Why were you just grinding on Poppy?" Ashton scratched the back of his neck, his cheeks red. "I was teaching him how to dance, it's my job right?"

"When do I learn that lesson," Calum said with a wink. "Soon baby," I said and giggled. "Not before me," Michael said walking in. Luke came in and started eyeing me and Ashton.

"Ahh, it's Michael's time right now actually, all of you go." Michael walked towards me, and shed his shirt. "I can move my hips and all but have no rhythm."

This one may be hard.