one night stand // lashton smut

one night stand

Ashton fixed his attire, ran a hand through his locks and smelled his breath. He checked if his jeans were buttoned and zipped. He removed the two top buttons of his blue flannel and arranged the collar. He cleared his throat and spat on the street, scratching his nose as he walked through the snowy sidewalks of London.

He entered the cozy branch of Starbucks. He fell in line and searched the menu, deciding on a Mocha Frappe. He waited for the other man with blonde quiff to finish his order.

The blonde exited the line and it was his turn to order, so he spurts out his drink and said his name, hoping for the server to not misspell it. He paid the exact amount of money and moved sidewards to wait for his beverage.

Once he got his order, he sat down at a booth and fished his iPhone out of his pocket, swiping and inserting the passcode. The floral wallpaper appeared, a bunch of apps blocking the entire view. He opened Flappy Bird and started tapping, killing a lot more time than he noticed.

"Umm.. Are you Ashton Irwin?" A man with ginger hair muttered, and I looked up. Freckles decorated his wonderfully sculpted face, adding design to his gorgeous look. His green orbs bored down onto Ashton's hazel one. The ginger's plump lips looked enticing, a slight pout forming as Ashton obviously checked the man out.

"Yeah... Um, are you... Jasper?" Ashton awkwardly asked, scratching the back of his neck as his face heated up.

"Yeah," The ginger felt similar to Ashton, too, "Let's go, shall we?" He said in a posh accent, which made Ashton chuckle silently. Ashton nodded, and with that, they proceeded to the nearest motel to do the deed.

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Ashton limped out of the taxi he hailed twenty minutes ago, the pain in his lower back burning. He hissed, putting his hand against the place where it hurts, making him look like he was pregnant.

The flight of stairs towards his excuse of an apartment was extremely tiring. When he reached his bed, he immediately plopped down onto the white covers, the mattress denting according to his shape. He sighed sleepily, then rubbed his eyes.

He fell asleep with the pain in his back slightly lessened, but still there. He curled up into a fetus-like position, trying to help the blankets to heat himself, but a thin, ripped blanket and the fetus position is nothing against the cold weather of a December night in London.

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Weeks have passed before he got another message in Tinder, a text from a guy named Luke saying that he wants to 'hook up'. They lived relatively close to each other, his apartment complex just a few streets away from Ashton's.

The leather jacket he was sporting was zipped up until his neck, smoke coming out of his mouth as he exhaled. His rubber shoes created friction against the snow-filled sidewalk and left footprints on it. He regretted not wearing gloves and a beanie today, he was shaking in coldness.

He entered the warm coffee shop he had meet Jasper those weeks ago, then ordered the same thing. He sat down at the booth nearby the window with his drink clutched between his palms, occasionally sipping as he read some fictions in Wattpad. 

The bell rang, signaling a new customer entered. He turned his head to look at the newcomer and gasped, he was the one who sent him a message. He looked better in reality, though. His blonde hair was in a quiff, a burgundy bandana wrapped around it. His blue eyes were as deep as the ocean, and a lip ring was attached on his plump lips. A light stubble was visible on his strong jaw line, and his muscular figure was evident on his attire. He wore a shiny black leather jacket on top of a black shirt that says 'you complete mess'. His very skinny jeans had slits on it's ankles, and it hugged all the right places on his thighs.