Imagines

Drummer Boy (Ashton)

When he got in these moods, there was only so much you could do to ease the tension roaming through the apartment you two shared.  You tried, helplessly, to ignore the pounding coming from the next room as you cleaned the dishes from your silent meal. 

The pounding continues, random beats on the drums that scream anger and frustration and you find yourself wondering how you let it get to this place.  Life happens, it is no secret, but there is no reason for him to lock himself away and go all hulk on his drum set. 

He'll probably break one of his drums and then he'll be even more pissed off. 

Huh.

What was the fight even over?  Even you couldn't remember and you found yourself remembering too much half the time.  

Oh thats right, your girlfriends wanted to all get together for a cruise next week and these were the only two weeks he was off and completely free.  Once again your world had to revolve around him, even though most of the time you didn't mind it.

 Every thought you had somehow circled back to him.  He was the most important person in your life and you loved him for it.  He was there for you, no matter how far away he was physically, and you always knew he would fly across the world if you needed him too. 

Although you desperatly wanted to spend the next week and a half tucked away in your own corner of the world with him, no writing sessions, no recording sessions, no radio interviews, no possible tour meetings, you and your friends had been trying to pick a date for this cruise for over three months.  He was important to you, but so were your friends. And you never batted an eyelash when he announced he had to fly to the UK for the week or even to the States for a few days. 

He just needed to relax.  The more you thought over the absolutely ridiculous fight they were apparently in, the angrier you got.  Who the hell did he think he was?  

You find yourself stomping down the hall and into the empty bedroom-turned drum room.  You have no idea what you are going to say but you will be damned if you are going to allow him to treat you this way.  Not to mention to behave this way.  What is he, five? 

"ASHTON!" You scream over the pounding in the room.  He looks wild, banging on each drum, his teeth clenched like they always are when he plays and you actually find yourself becoming aroused.  Not now, you have to remind yourself as he ignores you and continues banging away. 

"ASHTON STOP!" You scream again, taking steps further into the room and deciding to go stand next to the drum set.  He ignores you, not even glancing in your direction as he continues to play.  

You have no idea what you can do or say that will make him stop this childish behavior and have an conversation like an actual adult.  And then you remember the effect you both have on one another. 

Without another word or glance over at him, you lift your shirt over your head and he misses a beat on his drums, proving that he was watching you even though he pretended he wasn't.  You unbutton your jeans and let them fall to your ankles and now he is watching you, not even trying to look away as you unclasp your bra and leave yourself standing there in just a bit of white lace that doesn't leave much to the imagination. 

"Are you done?" You ask him, placing your hand on his shoulder and moving so that you are standing between him and his drum set.  He is looking up at you now, wide eyes and mouth hanging open.  There are certain things even a pissed off Ashton Irwin cannot ignore, thankfully, you are one of them.