the pale and the dimpled ;; mashton

twenty-seven // bedrooms

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Ashton whimpered loudly. "So good, you feel so good, baby."

Gasping loudly, Michael gripped Ashton's forearms tightly. "Fuck, Ashton!"

Michael and Ashton's moans mixed together, Ashton's hands gripping Mikey's waist to keep him in place. Michael's head was in Ash's neck, his breathing coming out in short breaths.

"Fuck!" Michael had to bite down on Ashton's shoulder to keep from screaming as they reached their highs, shaking and shivering.

"Oh my God," Ashton breathed out, his chest heaving as his hips fell.

"Ash," Michael whimpered as he stiffly rolled off of Ashton, but making sure their bodies still touched. "I don't think I can move."

"It's okay, baby. I'm not easy the first time," He said as he rubbed Michael's sweaty head.

"I can see that."

Ashton chuckled softly whilst Michael cuddled closer into his warm body. "I like hate sex. Hate sex is nice." He said.

"Hate sex is very nice."

"Can we have more hate sex tomorrow?"

"Hmm, I dunno about that one. I think I'm going to be wanting stress sex tomorrow. What do you think?"

"Stress sex it is."

//

"Mum, I'm home!" Ashton called as he walked in early the next morning.

"Hey, Ash, I just finished breakfast," Anne's blonde head popped up from the kitchen, wearing a bright smile. "How was your night with Michael?"

"Good." Ashton said, trying hard to not smirk and say very good.

"That's nice," She said motioning him to sit next to Lauren at the table. "Eggs or toast?"

"Toast, please."

"Ah, I see this one's still got his manners," Ashton froze as Joseph clamped a hand on his shoulder, stiffening everywhere. After the events of yesterday, and ever since some anonymous person had bailed him out and forced them to take him in courtesy of the police, Ashton had felt quite uneasy around him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ashton asked in what he hoped was a nice tone.

"Well, seeing as you've been hanging around that bloke over on the left who pretty much smashed my face in, I was worried, see, that you may have picked up his bad ways."

Ashton put on his best fake smile, clutching the legs of the table as hard as possible. Lauren shot him a worried glance before picking at her food again.

"Is that so?" Ashton asked and Lauren kicked him under the table; don't, she seemed to say with her eyes.

"Yeah. Ash, you alright?"

Ashton stood up, reaching for the flannel that he had hung on the back of his chair. "I'm fine. Just dandy. You know who's not fine? Michael. And it's your fault."

He left his family and unwelcomed guest without another glance.

//

"I'm just - I'm really upset, you know? You don't deserve what he did to you."

"Ashton, really, it's fine. Things like this happen all the time."

"I know Mrs. Clifford, I just can't accept it."