Skinny Hips // Ashton Irwin

fourteen // clean your sheets

//Annie//

"Hello?" a deep, groggy voice groaned down the phone.

"Luke? It's Annie, hey," I said, pushing my hair back. "Are you up?"

"Well I am now, aren't you in school?" he sighed, speaking quietly. I could almost hear him chewing on his lip, desperate to not let Ashton hear him speaking from the other room.

"I need to come home. Now."

I heard Luke sigh from the other end of the call, and then some rustling. "I'll be there in twenty minutes." He didn't give me a chance to thank him before the line went dead. I looked at the cracked phone in my hand, half the screen hardly worked and the earbud jack was broken. It was old, some type of Samsung from the 18,000's.

I realized I had 20 minutes to kill and decided to pop a cigarette in to my mouth and smoke it slowly, having to re-light it three times before it finished. 20 minutes past swiftly and not long later I saw a red audi spinning down the road and slowing to a stop beside me. I smiled at Luke through the window and climbed in to the passenger.

"Christ, what happened to your face?" Luke chuckled.

I couldn't help but laugh too as I pulled down the visor and examined the gash on my cheek. It wasn't as bad as I expected it to be, guessing to myself that it would heal within a week or two as long as I keep it clean. 

"Stupid cat fight at school. Girls are bitches."

"Fuck, tell me about it. My girlfriend never stops bitching."

"Thought you broke up?"

"Jesus, I don't even know." 

I laughed, staring out the window as Luke continued to drive. The majority of the rest of the car ride was silent until we reached the neighborhood. 

"You gonna talk to Ash?"

I sighed, rubbing my eyes with my thumb and index finger before turning to Luke. "I don't even know what to say. I don't understand why he's still mad."

"He just wants to make sure you're okay, Annie. That's all he ever wants to do. Just talk to him."

Luke pulled up to the driveway and parked carefully. I sighed, climbing out of the car along with Luke and trudging up to the house. I shut the door behind me and watched as Luke fell in to the sofa, instantly turning on Netflix as he did so. I dropped my bag by the door and kicked off my shoes before skipping up the stairs.

I instantly heard music coming from Ashton's room and sighed, realizing he was awake. Slowly, I pushed open the door, searching the room to find Ashton. I finally caught sight of him stood in front of his wardrobe in nothing but a towel. 

Awkwardly, I coughed, getting his attention. He spun around, instantly relaxing when he saw it was me. "Come in," he smiled weakly. 

I stepped in, shutting the door behind me and leaning on it, not really knowing what to say. Instead of speaking I stared at my feet, waiting to see if he'd say something first.

"I'm sorry."

My head bolted up and I stared at him, confusion enveloping me. "Why are you apologizing?"

Ashton dropped his towel and I almost looked away before noticing he was wearing boxers and it was acceptable to stare, to some extent. 

He slowly began to move closer to me. "It's your life. You're not a kid, I shouldn't be baby-ing you. You can make decisions for yourself, right?"

By this point, he was stood directly in front of me. He lifted his arms and leaned on the door, one arm on either side of my head. I bit my lip, staring up at him. "Yeah, you're right," I whispered. Ashton licked his lips and pushed himself off the door, turning and walking away. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"So, like, that's it?" I asked, stepping further in to the room. "We're cool now?"

"I guess?" Ashton said as he rummaged for some clothes. He stopped for a second, turning towards me. "Why, does there need to be more to it?" He stood from his couched position, clearly giving up on clothes and took a seat on the couch. 

"I don't know," I shrugged, crossing my arms over my chest as I stopped in front of him, staring down at him. "I just thought apologies were a lot more complicated than that."

"They're only more complicated if you make it more complicated." Ashton leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he stared up at me. "Things don't need to be complicated, Annie."

He sat up right again and held his hand out to me. I took it, allowing him to pull me closer. He then grabbed my thighs and pulled me in to a sitting position on top of him, straddling him comfortably.

"So things aren't complicated with us?" I asked, playing with the back of his hair.

"Oh no, that's not what I said, love. Apologies aren't complicated." He wrapped his arm around my back and swiftly spun around so I was on my back and he was on top of me. "Things with us are definitely complicated.

I stared at him and, without a second thought, grabbed his neck and pulled him towards me, kissing him deeply. Ashton's hips bucked and he began to grind against me. I moaned, gripping his hips and digging my nails in to him as I pulled him closer. 

Ashton reached up my skirt, grabbing the hem of my underwear and pulling them down until they were off. He did the same with himself and began kissing me again, slowly thrusting in and out. I moaned loudly into his mouth, the thought of being quiet seeming foreign to me.

He began to go quicker. I stopped kissing him to catch my breath and pressed my face against his neck instead, moaning into his hair. Quickly and to my surprise, Ashton lifted me up, holding his hands under my thighs and pressing me against his bedroom wall, still going.

I wanted to ask him to put me down, tell him that I was too heavy to be lifted, that he would get too tired. But in that moment, during what we were doing, how much I weighed didn't seem to matter.

"A-Ash," my voice shook as I huffed, "I'm going to c-c."

I couldn't get the words out. Ashton went faster, suddenly beginning to moan too. He began to move again, this time dropping me on to his bed and falling on top of me. I gripped the pillow beneath me with all the strength I had in me as Ashton continued to thrust but now putting his thumb to work as well. 

I moaned louder and louder until finally I reached my climax, my body shaking and my face becoming hot as I came. As soon as I did, Ashton did too, leaving white liquid on his sheets beside me. When he was done his body collapsed, falling on top of me. I huffed once he hit me, giggling slightly, feeling his sweat on my body as he lay still.

"Fuck," he whispered, "that was hot."

I laughed again, pushing him off of me to the other side of his jizz. "You better clean those sheets, Ashton."

I walked around the bed to the other side of the room, grabbing my underwear from the floor and slipping them back on. I felt a pair of fingers wrapping around mine and turned around, watching Ashton grab hold of my hand.

"You're gorgeous Annie, you know that, right?"

I laughed and shook my head, walking away from him. "Clean your sheets."