picture ☼ mashton

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michael:

eight comes around and i turn my car off, to head to the middle of walmart.

i start getting bored as i wait for ashton to show up. as soon as i go to sit, ashton taps my shoulder.

"woah," i say, turning around.

"oo." he does this weird jazz hand thing.

"you are so annoying." i push him with a minimum force.

"you are so hot." he giggles, getting his balance back.

my phone buzzes in my pocket. "one second." i press answer. "hey, this is michael."

"and this is dad. where are you?" he yells.

"im at the store, i told mom." i sigh, turning away from ashton.

"well, i want you home." he grunts.

"but dad." i whine, i had to bribe my mom to get here. my dad isnt going to ruin this. "i wont tell mom about the alcohol if i can stay."

"fine." he states.

i turn and look at ashton. "thanks daddy." i hang up.

"fuck. now you are going to give me a boner." ashton groans slash moans.

"wait, what?" i laugh looking at him. "do you have a daddy kink?"

"pshh, noo." he does that thing everyone does when they say those words. kind of double chins, closes one eye more than the other, then like pushes their hand in some weird direction.

"you do." i cover my mouth and try not to laugh. "daadddyyyy." i smile.

"shut up." he closes his eyes and turns away.

i step close to him, putting my face right beside his ear. "daddy."

"stop, or daddy will kill you." he bites his lip.

"fine, im done." i grin as i set back and start to sway.

"i have this weird urge." ashton looks off into the distance.

"what is it?" i snap in front of his face.

"you really want to know?" he asks, looking directly at me this time.

"yes, d-" i am cut off by the pair of softest lips hitting mine. it was the best feeling ever. it was strange, standing in walmart, kissing a guy i barely know. but in a strange sense, it felt right.

so right, it couldn't be wrong