Feeling This (Ashton Irwin)

fifteen - surprise

“I should probably go home soon, I’ve been here for like a week. They are gonna start to wonder, I’m actually surprised they didn’t call the cops...” I whisper to Ashton who has me cuddled against his chest. I’ve been hiding out in his room in Luke’s house for about a week now, and I’ve had absolutely no contact with my dad or Sarah.

He groans, obviously enjoying the fact that we’ve been together all week, “Stay, I don’t mind.”

I deny him though, “No, I can’t. I really do need to go home.”

He pushes the hair out of my face, “I’ll come with you.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I wanna meet your dad. And it might help to explain where you’ve been for the past week.” He says confidently. He gets up and crosses the room to the door, opening it for me.

“Okay… yeah. Come with me. I’m just gonna change, can I steal your sweater?” I ask, pointing to the sweater that was hanging off his bed. I had been wearing his clothes all week, mostly his old band shirts that no longer fit. I didn’t want to show up home in a tattered up shirt though, so I thought the black sweater that fell past my thighs over my leggings would look much better. My hair was up in a very messy bun, and there were flyaways everywhere but I didn’t mind.

He smiles. “Of course, it looks better on you than it did on me anyways… Well it would look better off too…”

“You cheeky little boy.” I say, sticking my tongue out at him. I crawl across his bed to the sweater and slowly pry his shirt off my body. My eyes never break contact with his, and his mouth drops. He quickly slams the door shut and continues to gape at me. My skin is exposed and the only thing covering my upper body is my bra and the butterflies that are still strongly coated on my arms. I slyly bite my lip, knowing it will drive Ashton insane.

Like I thought, it does. He’s taken back by my lack of clothes, I doubt he was expecting me to change right in front of him. He wastes no time, and before I can pull his sweater over my head, he’s got me pinned to the bed, casually hovering over me.

“Ashton…” I whisper, as he kisses down my neck.

“Zoe Lee…” He murmurs against my skin, leaving sloppy kisses everywhere.

“We have to go.” I say, stopping him from going any further.

“You’re such a tease.” He groans.

I take my chance and flip our position over. He sits up against the headboard and grasps my thighs that are placed strategically on either side of him.

I pull down the collar of his shirt to expose more of his neck. I kiss his neck as he runs his hands across my bare skin and I manage to breath out, “Am I being a tease now?” And then I bite down on his neck gently, giving him a hickey that was already beginning to swell before my lips left him.

He moans, “Absolutely.”

“Good.”

I place a short kiss on his lips and detach myself from him, plumpetting off the bed. He gives me a stare that I just chuckle at and pull his sweater over my head. I pull the elastic out of my hair and give it a quick ruffle, messing it up even more. I look through his dresser for a beanie, and am successful when I find a black one to match my whole outfit. I slip it on my head and walk towards the door, turning to look back at Ashton who still has a dumbfounded look on his face.

“Later?” He says with disappointment lacing his voice.

“Hmm.. maybe.” I say.

He walks over to me, placing a kiss on my temple, “Later.” He repeats, but it’s no longer a question, he’s so sure of himself.