the pale and the dimpled ;; mashton

twenty-nine // cramps

"Ohhh," Ashton moaned as he clutched his stomach.

"Ash, you okay?" Mikey said, quickly climbing onto the bed and crawling towards his friend.

Ashton shook his head. "My tummy hurts." He said, moaning again.

"You're not pregnant, are you?" Michael asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Ashton hit him in the crotch.

"F*ck you," He moaned, trying to find a comfortable position so that his stomach would stop hurting. "God, I feel like a girl on her period."

"So I can't say your pregnant but you can compare yourself to a girl on her-"

"Yes."

Michael huffed but moved closer to Ash. "Come here," He said, patting his open lap.

Ashton moved - with much difficulty - so that way his head was in Michael's lap, his face turned towards the ceiling. Michael placed his hands on Ashton's stomach - what he assumed he was supposed to do - and began to rub in circles.

"Ah," Ash sighed in content, his eyes closing and his head turning. "When did you get so good at this?"

Michael shrugged, struggling to focus between rubbing and the feeling of Ashton's abs beneath his fingers. "Maybe it's in my blood. Maybe I should become a masseuse."

Ashton lazily smirked. "You can come massage me any time."

This didn't help Michael's struggle.

"Don't say things like that when I'm trying to make you feel better."

"There's a lot of way for you to make me feel better."

"Ashton Irwin I swear to God I will-"

"Have sex with me?"

Michael's eyes widened and his attention divided; his eyes trained over Ashton's face, which looked peaceful and still held its smirk, and his hands began to wander without him knowing.

"Slow down there," Ashton said with a chuckle and Michael finally noticed where his hand were; the hem of Ashton's jeans.

"Sorry sorry sorry sorry," Michael said, immediately going back to where he was supposed to be.

"I didn't mind."

Michael bit his lip, unsure of what to do. At that point in time, he really didn't care that Ashton's family was downstairs, he was ready to take Ashton right then and there. Then again, he also really wanted to be able to walk back home.

"F*ck you. F*c this. F*ck everything." He groaned, moving one of his hands to play with Ashton's hair while the other kept rubbing.

"Hey," Ashton said, one of his lovely hazel eyes opening so he could look at Michael. "You're mine. You don't get to f*ck with anyone but me."

"What if we had a foursome with Luke and Calum?"

"Now that's a different story."

"Calum likes Luke," Michael blurted suddenly. He wanted to slap a hand over his mouth but didn't in case Ashton was still hurting.

"Is this supposed to be new news?" Ashton asked sarcastically. "Of course he likes Luke."

"Are you implying that you like Luke as well?" Michael asked, trying to keep his voice level even though his hands stopped moving.

Ashton sighed, sitting up (mostly in Michael's lap). "No, I don't like Luke. But I understand why Calum does. I like someone else, to be honest."

Michael couldn't decide whether to blush or feel threatened. "Who?" He asked, searching Ashton's hazel eyes for any hints as to who it may be.