My Innocence (boyxboy) {underage}

Chapter 9

It was around 12 in the morning when I was rudely awaken by my phone. Or actually a phone call from none other then Ashton.

"Hello?" I spoke into the phone.

"Hey gorgeous! what are- are you doin?" Ashton slurred into the phone, hiccuping mid sentence. He was obviously drunk.

"Well it's the middle of the night so I'm probably sleeping dumbo" I sat up and rubbed my eyes, seeing little dots and colors as I did so.

"Yeah, ok, could you maybe open-the door for me?"

"What? Aren't you at some-" I stopped because come to think of it, there was no booming music from some annoying club playing in the background.

"Aston are you at my house!?"

"Yes'm. Could you let me in now? I'm cold." He said, and you could almost here the pouty face he probably had on right now.

I sighed and hung up my phone, putting on a t-shirt since I only had my boxers on, and went to the kitchen first for some pain relief pills and some water, then to the door.

"Ugh finally" Ashton almost yelled as I opened the door, engulfing me in a hug.

"Uh h-here. Some pain relief pills and some water. Although you may just want the water I don't know..." I trailed off honestly, why would I get a drunk person pain relievers? That was only for hangovers right?

Regardless, he took the pill and the water, downing them both.

"We should go up to my room. I don't want my parents to see me letting a drunken man into the house." I stated as I grabbed his hand and lead him to my room.

"Wouldn't it be worse if they saw said drunken man in their sons bed? Only in his bowers, his arms wrapped tight around their innocent little baby?" He was right behind me now, his hands resting on my hips. We were four steps from my room now and I don't know if either of us could make it.

Eventually, we made it to the bed. I kept my shirt on, for obvious reasons, while Ashton practically stripped right in front of me, the worst part though, I didn't look away. If this were to of happened a week ago I would've covered my eyes, turned around, heck! I would've hid in the bathroom. Do anything but watch as his back muscles flexed when he took his shirt off. Or when he slowly took his pants off, allowing his boxers to almost come down with them.

I was flustered at the least when he finally got into the bed, his hard chest pressed to my back. He wrapped one arm around my waist.

"You're beautiful you know" he spoke softly.

"Anything but" I replied. Because how could some one like Ashton call some one like me beautiful? It just wasn't possible. He had tone muscles and tanned skin. I was skinny and pale. He had these amazing blue eyes, and I had gross green.

"Oh but Chase you are the most beautiful thing to ever walk this planet. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful." He repeated as he kisses my shoulder after each word.

"Ashton stop. You're drunk." I lazily nudged my shoulder to get him to stop.

"Yes I'm drunk, and you're beautiful. And tomorrow morning I'll be sober, and you'll still be beautiful"

And then I smiled to myself. And I kept smiling when Ashton's breathes evened out and I knew he was asleep. Maybe tomorrow morning he'll forget what he said and maybe he'll forget how he made me feel, but it's not morning yet, so I'm going to live in this little infinity until then.

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