Regrets ; a.i

First Dates Suck

My eyes flickered over to Ashton who stared at Michael with a blank face but his eyes showed he was not impressed. "I know you mean just the bowl, but don't ever touch Jen, Michael," Ashton's tone was strict and he didn't seem to be kidding one bit. His arm had even tightened around me.

Michael shook his head but smiled. "Possessive I see, but I won't touch her, don't worry," he laughed.

I looked at both of them. "And as far as I'm aware, I don't believe I'm his girlfriend either," I arched my eyebrows. Both Ashton and Michael looked at me but with complete different facial expressions. Michael had his eyebrows raised and seemed amused, while Ashton wore an expression I couldn't quite read. I could've guessed that he didn't like what I said, but I doubted that was it, and the other thing I could've seen him thinking was that he wanted to see what I had to say next before he decided how to react.

Michael hummed, "you mean to tell me that my friend is using you for sex?" If there was one thing I knew, it was that Ashton wasn't just using me for sex. There could be another reason he was using me for something, but I doubt that it was sex. He would've acted a bit differently than the way he had been if that was it.

"I would never do that to Jen," Ashton knitted his eyebrows. "Never," he repeated but more quietly like he really had to double think it and it hit him that he wouldn't.

Michael hummed, again. "Okay, well I don't care if you guys are friends with benefits or if you're secretly dating, or whatever. God, I don't care about any of the secrets you two have shared, but do keep it in mind that it'll be hard to keep a secret like this forever. Especially from Reagan," he had a point and we all knew that.

"Well, we don't have to worry about that right now, do we?" Ashton answered and had the tone that he didn't want to have that discussion. He stared at the tv as the movie had already begun to play. I glanced over to Michael who shrugged as I did too.

We all stayed silent and watched the movie until it started to get boring. I was never a huge fan of football movies, and I wasn't sure if Michael or Ashton were either, but I was bored as hell. I don't know why I let Ashton choose the movie, what an awful mistake.

I leaned my head on Ashton's shoulder and tilted my head and kissed his neck softly.

I watched as he smiled and he glanced at me before looking back at the movie. "Are you bored, Jen?"

"Shh, I'm trying to listen," Michael muttered - even though he had been talking the whole movie making unnecessary comments.

Instead of replying to Ashton's questions with words I placed my lips on his jaw line and dragged them down his neck while my hand closest to him crawled its way up his leg.

He pulled his bottom lip between his teethed and chewed on it. Once my hand felt him under his sweats his eyes widen and his breath hitched in his throat.

I smirked and turned to face the movie but I left my hand on him and slowly I felt him get hard.

I watched from the corner of my eyes as he tilted his head back and took a few deep breaths, before he looked back to the tv screen.

"Have I mentioned, how I'm still impressed you haven't destroyed the work I put into cleaning this place?" I asked and I moved my hand so it could slip under Ashton sweats. But he grabbed my hand with his spare hand to stop me.

Ashton hummed. "Only like every time you come over."

"Which is like everyday," Michael mumbled.

"I wasn't here yesterday," I pointed out. Yesterday I was stuck at home cleaning and do chores and things I did not want to do.

Michael shrugged. "Have I mentioned yet that I'd really preferred if you handled Ashton's problem in another room and not right next to me?" He raised his dark eyebrows and half smiled in a grossed out way.