Broken Home // mashton

chapter eight

Hey. It's Michael.

He waited for a response. It was nerve wracking as he stared at his ceiling and then at the window above him. Ashton was on his phone, so he knows he's seen the message. He was waiting. He was grinning.

Enjoy your show?

Ashton laughed before he had the chance to read the message he sent. He could see his shoulders shaking as he held his phone above his chest and typed away. Michael's thumbs ached as they flew across his keyboard.

I don't know. Are you putting one on?

It was easier to flirt over text, and even easier to let himself go because he didn't have his intense hazel eyes on him or his intimidating figure looming over him. It was almost playful. It felt like a second nature, and he grinned when he saw a message.

I don't know. Family is out. Do you want one?

Michael's face flushed and he looked up to find Ashton sitting at the end of his bed. He stared at him, watching as he spun his hoodie string around his hoodie teasingly. Ashton's finger pointed down before he felt his phone buzz in his lap.

Don't be shy. Don't think. Just answer.

Michael gulped before glancing at the windowsill while biting his bottom lip. His phone buzzed.

I said don't think.

Michael checked his door before pulling up his keyboard and typing out several texts before settling on one that seemed the least inappropriate.

Stage is yours.

His phone was buzzing, his screen a dark shade as Ashton's name lit up on his screen. Two circles stared up at him and he immediately pressed the green one before raising his phone to his ear. He was shaking. Texting was easy. Speaking? Not so much.

"Do you let any neighbor just strip tease for you or am I just that special?" Was the first thing he heard and Michael rolled his eyes.

"Only the hot ones." He replied and he saw Ashton pulling his hood down after setting his phone on his bed. Even when bruised he looked good.

Ashton's line was silent for a moment. "Do you just run away with any neighbor who tells you to follow them?" He continued to pry.

Michael's eyes never left the window as Ashton's zipper slowly fell down to expose his skin. He almost forgot to reply.

"Do you just strip for any neighbor across from you?" He retorted and Ashton let out a low chuckle.

"Only the ones worth getting in trouble for." He answered and Michael looked at the phone ad he processed what he said.

Trouble?

"Are you thinking? I said not to. Just do." He heard Ashton scold and he looked at the window to see his hoodie opened. "What are you thinking about?"

"You'll get in trouble?" He asked and Ashton set both of his hands on his hips. He could tell he was irritated.

"Why are you worried about that? I'm literally almost naked!" He told him and Michael gulped as he realized he was right.

Michael pushed his fringe from his face. "Will you get grounded for this?" He pushed.

"You want honesty?" Ashton paused as his hoodie slid off his shoulder to reveal half of his chest and stomach. "I'll be in deep shit if my old man finds out."

Michael's eyes never left the window as his golden skin became exposed bit by bit. It was evil how slow he was going. It was hard to sit there powerless.

"If he knew about how the pretty boy next door kept staring at me and how I liked it and made it my duty to keep his eyes on me, he'd be more than just angry." Ashton confessed. "If he knew I went on a midnight jog with you, he'd kill me."

Michael felt important in that second, and a responsibility was thrusted into his hands at that moment. He could let Ashton continue, let him strip for him just hours before he had to come over for dinner. Or he could be a decent person and tell him to stop, tell him it wasn't worth it and they could stare at each other in the safety of a closed off room where no judgmental eyes can see. They could have their privacy.

He was weak.

"Why risk it for me?" He questioned, watching Ashton's hoodie slip away fully and wishing he was there to touch his skin.

"If I'm going to die anyways. I'm not going out miserable." He replied simply.

Michael could see his smirk from his bedroom, and it sent a shiver down his spine as he looked at his phone. "If he wants to hate me, I'll give him a reason. Imagine how mad he'd be if he knew how easy his son was... it makes me happy to think someone who hates me so much can't stop thinking about me."

He's insane. He's fucking crazy, but somehow Michael likes it. He likes how he doesn't care and just does what he wants.

He wishes he could be so cavalier over situations, so carefree.

He ran his tongue over his bottom lip as a thought struck him. "Want to know what he'd really hate?" He asked and Ashton hummed.

"I'm all ears."

Michael threw his dignity into the ring before mistering up every inch of his courage. "If he knew my parents weren't home and you were here in my room with me." He whispered.

The line cut immediately after.

Ashton disappeared from his window.

Did he go too far? Was he being too forward and rushing things? He didn't even know him, but if they both wanted each other was it so bad to make a move?

There was a knock on his front door, and Michael grinned to himself before running to open it. "He'd really hate that." He heard as soon as it swung open.

"I start dinner in an hour, and my parents will be hete in an hour and a half." He warned as Ashton kicked the door closed.

"Where are they at this second?" He asked and Michael walked backwards to his room.

"Gas. Cigarettes. Maybe blowing money away for my mom's clothes and arguing." He answered as they found themselves in the familiar walls of Michael's bedroom.

Michael made sure the curtains were closed and the blinds were shut this time, and he turned to see Ashton stripping his shirt off and approaching him.

"God, my dad is going to kill me..." He breathed out and Michael closed his eyes as he felt Ashton's hand grab at his body.

"Sure is." He murmured as he felt Ashton's lips push against his skin.

"Absolutely destroy me."

Michael rolled his neck to the side as he hummed. "Mhm."

"I can't wait to see him and have him completely oblivious as to where my hands have been..." Ashton chuckled. "Where my mouth has been. To hold that sort of power over him."

Michael couldn't help but gasp when he bit and sucked on to his skin where his throat met his shoulder. He pulled on Ashton and they fell on to his bed.

"You're gonna make me a happy man, Michael." He commented and Michael looked up at him.

"At least now I can tell my friends my hot neighbor is off the market." He teased and Ashton immediately kissed him.

He hopes he won't regret this moment between them, but as he thinks about it, how can he regret something that felt so good?