EGL // lashton

one

Michael panted slightly, a hand on his sweaty chest as Ashton rolled off of him, getting off the bed to get dressed again.

"You are enjoying the consequences you give me, don't you? I know I do" Michael breathed out with his infamous smirk, watching Ashton give him an emotionless face.

"Do you want me to change my methods? Because I can gladly find the syringes again if that will shut you up" Ashton shot back, looking around the room to find his t-shirt somewhere.

Michael huffed and looked at his best friend in front of him. He sat up in the bed and reached out to grab Ashton's wrist, tugging him down on the bed again.

Ashton fell down on the bed and huffed out as he landed on the mattress. He looked up at the ceiling, ignoring Michael's eyes on him.

"Why so tense Ash?" Michael said lowly and straddled Ashton with the sheets wrapped around his hips. He placed his hands on Ashton's chest and massaged his muscular body, making the sandy blonde sigh out.

Ashton shrugged simply at Michael's question making the green haired boy chuckled lowly.

Michael leaned down, to kiss Ashton's neck, making Ashton roll his eyes but he didn't push Michael away, he almost never did. He sighed when Michael started nibbling on his neck and Ashton placed his hands on Michael's naked waist.

Ashton sat up, still having Michael on his lap, and squeezed the boy's hips.

"Second round" Ashton said without any emotions and Michael nodded, starting to grind his crotch against Ashton's boxer clad one.

Ashton grabbed Michael's hair and pulled his head back, looking at the green eyed boy with his own emotionless hazel eyes. Ashton leaned in and licked the side of Michael's mouth sensually but they were both interrupted by Chase walking into the room like if his friend's weren't about to fuck again.

"Get dressed. You're going out to meet Rob" Chase said, walking over to the closet to pick out a leather jacket that was probably Michael's.

Michael sighed and got off Ashton's lap, walking over to where his boxers were tossed on the floor and started to get dressed. He threw Ashton his clothes, not getting anything out of the curly haired boy, but Michael knew not to take it personal.

"I'm so tired of that guy, can't keep his fucking mouth shut for one second" Ashton muttered about Rob and Chase chuckled.

Chase was probably the most easy-going in the group. He was a playful guy and he lightened up the mood in the house. He took all their work seriously, he was a criminal after all, but he had a good soul. At least for his friends and family.

"How did it go in school today? Found any family to Drake?" Chase asked and redid his bun keeping his almost shoulder-long hair away from his face.

"No, Michael found the wrong one and almost outed us" Ashton said, not looking at either one of them.

"Fuck off, Ash. The blonde twink was a fucking pussy, he won't out us. Not if he doesn't want to die" Michael huffed back, getting tired of his friend's bullshit.

Michael and Ashton were best friends, they had been since they first met. They did almost everything together; they were a team, but they were also two people surrounded by violence and anger, and that stirred things up between them.

They never actually fought though. They had thrown some fists at each other and a lot of words, but they did that because they were friends. They knew how to get out of it all unharmed, which was why Chase and the other guys didn't even bother to break things up when things started to get heavy.