#80- You Hate Eachother But You Secretly Hook Up (Part 2)
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Ashton: You stumbled into the hotel room, with a very drunk Ashton in tow. You managed to sober up after doing the deed with him in the backroom, but you realized he wasn't in the right state of mind so you decided to take him to a nearby hotel. You couldn't drive him home because both of you had alcohol in your systems, plus the boys would have asked where you to were of to if you called them. This was the best thing to do at this point, so you decided to go along with it. You shut the door, leaning against it with your fingers tangled in your hair. You glanced over at the light blonde haired boy, who had his head in between his hands. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, swinging his long legs back and forth. His head shot up, and you caught his gaze - they looked at you with an unreadable expression, it seemed pretty clouded honestly. "Can I ask you something?" He asked, sitting up straight this time. You nodded, taking your heels off as you waited for his question. "Did you regret fucking me?" His question made you pause, thinking of whether you regreted fucking your worst enemy in the backroom of the club. He made you feel amazing, he made you feel good and he made you feel satisfied. He definitely knew what he was doing, and you've never had anyone as good as him, so you already knew what your answer was, "No, I could never regret that. I may hate you, but I don't regret sleeping with you." Your answer made his face light up, and a smile to decorate that beautiful face of his. He tilted his head to the side, looking at you with those mesmerizing green eyes, "I still hate you though," You approached him, a smirk growing on your lips with each step you took towards him. "I still hate you too, Ashton." You stood in front of him, proceeding to push him down onto the soft mattress below him. Your legs were now on either side of his body, and you began to run your fingers up and down his muscular arms, "Since this will only happen tonight, I say we go for another round. Are you still up for it?" You breathed out, pushing a few strands of his curly hair out of his forehead. He grabbed your waist, flipping the both of you over so he was now hovering over you, "Sounds like a plan." He reaches behind him, and pulls out a condom with a huge smile. You shook your head, trying to bite back the smile growing on your face, "Well, hurry then." Wrapping your arms around his neck, you let out a sigh in relief when he began to plant kisses up your neck. He pulled away from you for a moment, to pull his shirt over his head and you did the same with yours. You immediately reached behind you to unclasp your bra, tossing it across the room with a smirk. Ashton eyed your bare chest with a huge smile, and you rolled your eyes at him playfully. "My eyes are over here," You giggled, hitting his chest. He began to head lower, kissing the valley of your breasts, cheekily planting a kiss on each of your nipples, then your stomach until he reaches the place you needed him the most. You pulled the only pieces of fabric left on your body, discarding it across the room with a smirk. You were now left bare in front of him, and he pulled back to admire you for a moment. You didn't even know why your face began to heat up when his eyes took in your naked body, his eyes didn't show lust at all - it showed admiration, and somehow, it made you feel beautiful. He didn't take his eyes off you when he began to unbutton his pants, and pulled it down his legs. He kicked them off, and leaned down to kiss your lips once more. Pulling away, he whispered three little words that made your heart race rapidly. He lined himself up with your entrance, and you could barely even register the fact that he was already inside of you a few seconds later. You wrapped your arms around his neck, closing your eyes as you felt a few tears stream down your cheek. "I love you," he repeated, as he reached that certain spot inside of you. "I love you," you breathed out, burying your head into his shoulder. "I love you."
Luke: Winter has come and gone, and you can already smell spring in the air. Months have passed since you hooked up with your brother's best friend, and you've returned to annoying the crap out of him every time you saw each other. You never spoke of that day ever again, and he never brought it up either. You were honestly grateful that Luke never brought it up again, because talking about having sex with him - who was supposed to be someone you hated, was pretty much under the category of awkward, so no thanks. You were curled up in your bed, reading one of you favorite books ever, John Green's The Fault in Our Stars. You have read this book so many times, and it still managed to make you cry every single time. A knock on the door disrupted your reading, causing you to look up at the door. "Come in," you called out to whoever was on the other side of the door. You were expecting it to be your brother, who always seemed to think that bothering you was one of his favorite things to do during spring break. You were more than suprised to see that it was none other than Luke Hemmings, clad in his infamous black Nirvana shirt and black skinny jeans that seemed to give his dick no room to breathe. You mentally slapped yourself, as the image of his dick reappears in your mind. "Hey," he greets you, leaning against the doorframe. You couldn't understand how he would continue to wear the same clothes almost everyday, because whenever you see him, he was in that stupid Nirvana shirt he couldn't seem to get rid of. "Hey," you greeted him back with a small smile, shutting the book and putting it under your pillow for you to read later. "Can I come in?" You nodded to answer his question, and he entered your room, not forgetting to shut the door behind him. It feels weird to have him in your room again, because the last time he was in here, you were on top of him, fucking him senselessly for body heat. You could feel your face heat up at the memory, and you looked down to hide your blush from the blonde haired boy standing in front of your bed. "I'm not even sure how to start this," he mumbles, barely loud enough for you to hear but you did anyways. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, something you've picked up from having him over one too many times. He did that when he was nervous about something, and you were left wondering why he would be nervous. "Fuck it, I'm just gonna say it." He gets on your bed, and begins crawling towards you until he was hovering over you. This feels kinda like deja vu, now doesn't it? He rested his forehead against yours, his lip tugging into a smile, "I love you. I know it said it shouldn't mean anything, but the truth is that I've had a crush on you for a long time now. I didn't want to use you for body heat, although we both needed it at the time but I swear, I had a huge crush on you and I didn't mean-" You silenced him by grabbing his shirt, pressing your lips on his with a smile. He began to kiss you back, and wrapped the other arm that wasn't holding himself up around your waist, decreasing the distance between your bodies. You pulled away first, catching your bottom lip in between your teeth to fight the smile growing on your face. "Shut up," You reached down to pull your sweatpants down along with your underwear, and Luke watched you intently, a blush creeping on his cheeks. "You're so cute," You giggled, pressing a light kiss onto Luke's cheek. "Don't call me cute," He squints at you, and you found it absolutely adorable. "Make me." was your reply, and you began to regret those words when he sat up to remove himself of his jeans and boxers. You sucked in a breath when you felt his hard-on against your thigh, and he wiggled his eyebrows up and down. "I'll make you stop calling me cute in a little," he winked, before thrusting into you.
