little drummer boy : ash : on hold

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I did.

Ashton softly placed his lips on mine and I didn't know what to do.

I'd only been kissed a few times and didn’t know what I was doing.

I pulled away before he could realize that I had no talent in kissing, whatsoever.

He frowned. "What? God, am I a bad kisser?" He began to freak out. "Oh shit, you hated it, didn't you? I'm so sorry!"

"No, Ashton, it's fine! Calm down!" I reassured him. "I didn't hate it! I just... Don't exactly know how to kiss."

Ashton's eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean? Have you never kissed anyone?"

I shrugged. "I've only been kissed, like, twice."

"Only twice?"

"Yeah, is that so hard to believe?"

"I mean, yeah. You're gorgeous. Who the hell would pass up an opportunity to shove his tongue down your throat?"

I chuckled. "Almost every guy I've ever met."

"Well they're idiots." He grabbed my chin and pressed his lips to mine in a hungry kiss. I responded immediately, surprising myself. He was soft but firm with his tongue and a low moan arose in my throat when his fingers rubbed against my jaw and his tongue darted into my mouth.

"Whoa."

Ashton and I pulled apart and noticed Michael standing in the doorway, a bowl of potato chips in his hands.

"Looks like you two got busy." He smirked, moving around the couch. He plopped right down in between us and propped his feet up on the table.

        I peeked around Mikey to look at Ashton, and I wondered if his heart was beating as fast as mine.

        //fucking ashton kiss me//