Frat Boy ∥ lashton mpreg

four

dedicated to jpglashton becAUSE HER STORY CHASING RUBIES IS BEAUTY IN ITS SIMPLEST FORM AND I WANNA CRY IT FROM THE MOUNTAIN TOPS AND YOU SHOULD ALL READ IT

like for real for real I haven't even recovered from the last update im really not one at all

pic on the side cause ashtons cute.

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it's been exactly one week since ashton lost his virginity and he's losing his mind.

he's gotten off to the thought of luke an unhealthy amount of times and he thinks its a serious problem. he didn't touch himself for the first three nights but then he started having dreams about luke and it didn't help the fact that he knew what it felt like. under normal circumstances, if ashton has a wet dream he just takes a cold shower but with images of luke flowing through his head and the unforgettable memory of luke's touch lingering in the forefront of his mind it's impossible for him to ignore his problem.

he tries to take care of himself in the bathroom there was one faithful morning where a very misfortunate michael had walked in on ashton with three fingers deep in his arse and a hand wrapped around his co:ck.

it shocked both of them really. ashton couldn't stop because he'd literally just fallen over the edge and he felt to good to stop so he just kind of stared at micheal with his eyes wide and his mouth hung open because he was caught between the feeling of ecstasy coursing through him and the shock that michael is seeing him naked and he couldn't stop the hand that's sliding up and down his shaft.

michael on the other hand was glued to his spot at the door. he wanted to look away because he definitely didn't swing that way, especially for his best friend of all people, but in all the years he's known ashton not once has he seen him naked.

ashton had calmed down and taken his fingers out of his ass to roll under the covers and sleep. he'd gotten cum all in his sheets but it was worth it to get from michael's uncomfortable gaze.

they have a mutual unspoken agreement not to talk about it.

it's the first day of all new classes now and ashton has a tight feeling in his gut as he makes his way into his first class of the day. he's never been a big fan of crowds and his creative writing class is literally massive. there's so many people spread out in groups all over the seats and excited chatter buzzes around the room. the only seat thats not surrounded by happy go lucky students is smack dab in the middle of the class and ashton kind of wants to stab himself when he gets to said seat and he see can barely see anything written on the board even though he's wearing his contacts.

when the teacher finally gets to class and calls the attention to him ashton's only hope that the teacher would make it all better was everlasting when the teacher was the coolest person he's seen all day.

much to ashton despair all of his previously restored faith is crushed when the syllabus from the year makes its way on his and it's thicker than the bible. a collective groan of protest travels through the room and ashton groans along with them.

this is creative writing, why is it already grating his nerves?

after sitting through 2 hours of an impossible syllabus, ashton can't decide on suicide or murder. muricide sounds good.

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by the time he arrives at his last class of the day, his head is throbbing in the early stages of a headache and he's still reeling from having a near panic attack when the sloppy sweaty kid that sat next to him doesn't know the meaning of personal space kept getting handsy with him.