Diffrent isn't always the right way {boyxboy}

8.

Ashton's POV

"Cameron if I didn't like to do that then I wouldn't like to do that now"

"But what if I-"

"No"

"But I would totally-"

"No, Cameron!"

"Ugh fine, whatever"

My head laid on his firm bare chest as he softly traced circles on my waist. Soft chills ran up my body. While his soft breaths and the subtle rise of his chest calmed the nerves that I didn't even know were on edge.

"Ugh I think I should get out of bed now" Cameron groaned. I looked up from his chest to see a hint of facial hair on his chin.

"You don't have to" I replied.

"No I should. If I don't get up now there's no chance I will get up ever" Cameron chuckled. He slowly rose out of bed with enough time for me to move out of the way. He pushed the covers out of the way and got up.

I slammed my face into his pillow and screamed.

"Do you wanna postmate something?!" Cameron yelled from his kitchen. I lazily got up grabbed one of his white shirts from the floor and put it on. Covering up my body to the outside world.

"Like what?!" I yawned. I rubbed my eye with my upper wrist and sat on his island in the kitchen.

And for the past hour Cameron just talked about various topics. Cameron made pancakes they were terrible, we should have just postmated something. I didn't have the heart to tell him, so I just played along. No one wants to here they can't make pancakes, pancakes are the most simplest breakfast foods to make and Cameron can't make them to save his life. Its truly sad that he can't make pancakes I feel sorry for his future kids. And if Cameron can't make pancakes he can't make waffles either. That is so depressing.

"I'm jealous of the rain"

A loud gasp escaped me as the lyrics blasted through Cameron's apartment. I playfully rolled my eyes and walked into his living room where I saw him with a sly grin on his face. His phone was on his hand being connected to a small speaker on his table.

"What are you doing?" I smiled as I sat on the couch beside him.

"I'm playing the best song in the world" Cameron smiled as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and brought me closer to him. Before he knew it I swiftly straddled him, my legs on either side of him. My bottom laying softly on his crotch.

"Why do you love the song so much?" I asked him. My hands laid on his strong shoulders as his arms wrapped around my waist tightly.

"Because it's beautiful just like you" he spoke. I rolled my eyes playfully and slapped his bare chest making him wince.

"I didn't know calling someone beautiful would earn a slap on the chest" he pouted. A small giggle came out of me as I pecked the red hand mark in his chest.

"Come on tell me the real reason why you like the song" I said. He looked into my eyes and a rough sigh came out.

"Well I know this song is really meaning full for you. Truthfully when I first heard it-it made me cry 'cause I couldn't help think that I was the source for you to write this song. And I still can't forgive myself from what I did to you when we were younger. Honestly it's a really beautiful song, and I know that you're going to get far in this fucked up industry" Cameron's tone was soft and barely above a whisper but I heard every single thing he said. From his short intakes of breath to the words gliding off his tongue.

"Aw Cameron...that means a lot thank you. Let's not bring up the past okay? It's over with, what's done is done. Let's just look forward for the future" I said to him. I pecked his lips and smiled into his lips while bringing his face closer with my hands rested on either sides of his face.

We continued to kiss until things began to grow more. His hands found there way to my bottom and pushing me farther into his crotch. His lips moved with mine with grace and soulful lust. Our bodies moved against each other, my hand roamed up his chest feeling every muscle. My hand fiddled with his nipple as his large hands slid down the waist band of my underwear.

The soft breeze from the open window cooled our hot bodies. Chills ran up my spin as he traced my entrance. Then we did it...we made love on his couch. Let's just say I couldn't walk properly after for a while...

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"Holy shit! HOLY SHIT!"

What the hell is up with Shawn? Screaming and shit like it's his own fucking house...oh wait it kinda is.

The rapid patter of footprints ran up the stairs as he barged into my room. His shocked expression clear as ice on his face. His tight black shirt clung to his chest as his plaid pajama bottoms hung lowly on his waist.

"What the hell crawled up your dick?" I laughed as I stared at his ridiculous expression.

"Were you hanging out with Cameron today?" He asked.

"Yeah" I slurred dragging the letters purposely.

"Did you have sex with him?" As if those words stabbed him in the heart just for saying that. He came closer to me. The small darkness in his eyes grew stronger but quickly faded away.

"Yeah, whats the problem"

"It's all over the media!"