Better || a.i.

I sit on the floor of the band’s dressing room with loads of sheet music laid out in front of me as I read through every lyric. I’m deep into a new song, analyzing every note, when I feel a pair of arms wrap around me. I expect Ashton behind me, but its Michael, peering over my shoulder with a grin slapped on his beautiful face. “Hey,” I say lightly without looking up at him.

“How’s the music? I wrote some of this,” he grabs a page and holds it up.

“It’s great, there are only a few things I’d change…” my voice trails off when the dressing room door opens and in walks Ashton, his hair pushed back in a sweat-filled bandana and his lips pale.

“That was a little…too intense,” he mutters, taking a seat beside me. I shrug Michael’s arms off of me and wrap my arms around Ashton’s waist. “The crowd was awesome, but some of the tweets coming in,” he shakes his head and I can tell he’s struggling to stop himself from showing too much emotion. I bite my lip and put my head on his shoulder.

“It was intense,” Mikey agrees, standing up and shoving his hands in his pockets. I smile up at him, and he only sighs before quietly walking out of the room. When he’s gone, Ashton looks at me with a sad look on his face, his eyes dull and lifeless.

“People can be mean,” he tells me, his lip wobbling.

“You can’t change that,” I reply, taking my lips and pressing them to his neck. I begin sucking, but he stops me and looks into my eyes stubbornly. “I can distract you,” I tell him, putting my hand on his chest where his heart thuds loudly against my fingers. “I can make it go away.”

“I don’t think you can,” he says exasperated, but he dips his head down and places his lips against my nose anyways.

“I love you,” I admit bravely. “And if you love me, let me make you feel better.” His eyes light up a bit as he presses his hand to the small of my back, rubbing small circles into my skin.

“I do love you. It kind of sucks though because I have so much love I might explode.” He laughs, his giggle making my heart feel lighter.

“Really,” I whisper, reaching up to him, a hint of danger flicking across his eyes. He kisses me patiently, but then more anxiously. I reach up and run my hands through his hair, pulling ever so gently as his lips move down my jaw and my neck. “Mmmm,” I whisper, laughing lightly.

I push him away when he reaches my chest and wave my finger at him like he’s a five year old. His smile makes my lungs hurt, his fingers fumbling for the buttons on his shirt. I begin unbuttoning his pants quickly as he flings his shirt off, my hands pressing down on his body gently. He shivers when I hit his groin, an embarrassed laugh leaving his now moist lips.

I push off his boxers so he’s bare in front of me. “Are you nervous?” Ashton asks me, his eyes trailing down to where I’m standing on my knees. I look at him and smirk.

“No are you?”

“I’d be less nervous if I could see you too,” he admits, his cheeks flushing bright red. I pull of my shirt and my bra quickly, the cold air making my skin tickle. Ashton motions to my leggings and hesitantly I drag them off so I’m completely vulnerable. It’s quiet for a moment, but then Ashton puts his hands on the sides of my face.

“You’re beautiful,” he mumbles, his manhood standing up in front of me. I laugh gently and then slowly take him into my mouth. At first, I feel weird, not sure of what to do. Then I begin dragging my mouth down and sucking gently. His body tenses, his muscles contracting underneath my mouth so I remove him and begin running my tongue down the shaft of him, all the way to his testicles. I rub gently with my hands before continuing to suck on the head, bobbing my head feverishly up and down. He lets out a groan and then looks down at me shyly.

His hands find my hair as I work on him, his fingers massaging my head as he tugs more of him into me. “Stop,” he moans, and I look up at him, nervously. “I’m not the only one who’s going to benefit from this.” His voice is stronger, confidence building in him.

He pulls me up so I’m standing against him, his eyes widening. “I forgot to lock the door,” he whispers uncomfortably, hopping around me to chain the door so no one can get in. He returns, his hands pulling me towards his relaxed body. His hands excitedly reach down and begin rubbing my nub, slow at first, then as fast as his fingers can. I bite down on his shoulder to keep from letting out a few squeaks. “This is fun,” he mutters seductively, letting his long fingers enter me without any hesitation. I can’t help it and call out “Ashton!” from embarrassment and pleasure.

“Shh baby,” he mutters, removing his hand from inside of me. “Are you ready?”

My voice is gone at the sight of him, his hair messy and his dimples prominent in his tan cheeks. I nod, his lips meeting my jaw. He kisses the corner of my lips, then my neck, my jaw, and finally my ear, before reaching my lips. I shake in anticipation as Ashton positions himself, his teeth biting down on my bottom lip.

“Are you ready?” he repeats, moving his head away from me. “We’ve never had sex together before,” he gapes. “I don’t know if you’re going to-“

“Just get in me,” I growl, putting my head in the crook of his neck. He squeezes my hips and then shoves himself in. I let out a yelp, beads of sweat falling from Ashton’s forehead as he impatiently thrusts in and out. I hear him groan as my insides squeeze around him. His eyes close, his lips in a tight line, and his hair now loosely falling around his face as I grind myself against him. I feel my clit hit his pelvic bone, a loud sound leaving my mouth.

Passion and sweat send me into frenzy. I move up and down while Ashton thrusts, our voice mingling in the air as we moan each other’s name. “Ashton,” I gasp, when I’m nearing my end. His face is in full of concentration as he paces himself in and out. “ASHTON,” I yell when he hits me in a spot I’ve never explored before.

“Shhh wait,” he mumbles, his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

“Ashton,” I grunt, his heart beating so hard I can feel it from an inch away. Finally I feel him twitch inside of me, his mouth opening as I press my lips to his neck. He screams my name and I let go of myself a little before he does. The climax is so intense I feel myself want to cry. He continues thrusting until I become too sensitive to stand it and push him out of me. He smiles when he looks at me, his face lighting up.

“I love you,” he says softly, his hands find my neck as he pulls me towards him, kissing anywhere he can reach. “And you were right, you make everything better.”