mashton only
michael:
cause every night you and I find ourselves, kissin' and touchin' like no one else
"michael" you said, pulling his lips from yours.
"what is it, (y/n)?" he said back softly, catching your breath.
"this seems wrong" you sighed.
"you love it." he grinned, connecting his lips back to yours, only for you to pull away again.
"i do, but what would the boys say if they found out you're sleeping with the tour assistant?" you said, still catching your breath.
"i think they'd say something along the lines of 'good job, why didn't i think of that? she's always here!" he joked, reconnecting his lips to yours as you giggled, his hands lowering down your body.
ashton:
when you're talking to your girls, do you talk about me?
"how was your night?" ashton asked as you walked into the apartment.
"it was good." you said nonchalantly, taking your heels off.
"what'd you talk about?" he asked, following you into the kitchen.
"only homework, dad." you joked, and he chuckled.
"girl talk, boy talk, you know, basic stuff." you said, and he looked at you.
"do you talk about me?" he asked, and you squinted your eyes confused.
"what?" you asked.
"when the girls talk boys, do you talk about me?" he asked, and you giggled.
"guess you'll never know."