Chris/Ashley. Bed Sharing. I NEED this.
It was Chris Hartley’s worst nightmare. Actually that was a lie. It was is greatest dream and fantasy. Ashley right next to him, his hands in her hair, her lips around his- He coughed at the thought of it, feeling his cheeks warm up.
It was all Josh’s fault. Almost everything that happened to his was in one way or another, Josh’s fault. He loved the guy like the world’s most annoying brother, but there were times he wanted to strangle him.
They were all on a trip to some concert. Chris didn’t like the band, and neither did Sam, but they both thought it was best to tag along. Last time the two of them were left alone at a concert they went missing for serval hours and were found high off their asses.
Josh of course, insisted on coming the night before the concert and so the four of them had to stay at a motel. There were only two rooms available, and after serval minutes of arguing, Josh managed to convince Sam to share a room with him. Which meant Ashley and him would have to share a bed. yyyaaaaayyyyy.....
"Hey can you turn around?” Ashley asked, nonchalantly. Chris turned bright red, once again and instantly turned around as he saw her hands touch the hem of her shirt.
“D-Don’t you wanna change in the bathroom?” He asked, pointing to the room with one hand, and using the other to cover his eyes. He only did it because he didn’t trust himself not to try to take a peak at her. Her in her bra and panties. He imagined then both being black.
He imagined unstrapping it off of her, and tearing off what was left of her clothes. No, NO! he defiantly could not turn around now! Nope. What he needed is an ice cold shower and this was all stupid Josh’s fault.
“I’m good,” she said. Chris still didn’t turn around. Trying to think of the grossest things her could before doing so.
“I have to go tot he bathroom,” Chris said so quickly it may as well have been one word. He hurried past her into the bath room before she could notice his far too obvious boner.
After a few minutes he came out, feeling much better. Ashley was already in bed, reading. She brought a book with her, and she hadn’t put the thing down the whole trip.
Chris swiped a pillow from the bed, which got Ashley tear herself away from the page. The second he placed it on the floor, she spoke up.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
“I just, you know, thought...”
“What? Don’t want to share a bed with me?” She asked, a slight grin on her lips. Chris knew how to see past that though. She looked a little nervous.
“No, it’s just...” He couldn’t think of what to say. I can’t cause I may get a giant fucking erection and then freak you out and ruin out friendship. Nah, that wouldn’t work. “I didn’t think you’d wanna.” he said lamely instead.
“No, It’s fine. I don’t want you to sleep on the ground on my account.” So Chris climbed into bed, and prayed he wouldn’t make an idiot of himself. He decided he’d sleep facing away from Ashley just to make sure.
They talked for a while, joked around, and Chris learned a little about the band they were going to see. They were about to go to bed when they heard the worst/funniest noise on the world.
“oh, oh, oh, oh,” they heard through the thin walls. Both their faces lit of like a pair of Christmas lights and Ashley lifted her hand over her mouth, giggling like crazy. Pretty soon Chris started laughing, and the two of them where trying not the be heard.
“Oh, Josh!” they heard though the walls. “Josh, Josh.” They’s when they couldn’t keep it in anymore. Both of them broke out laughing like hyenas.
Ashley was laughing so hard, Chris saw tears in her eyes. At least it finally made sense why Sam so easily decided to room with Josh.
The grunting stopped, but Chris and Ashley didn’t. A minute later, they heard a bang on the wall.
“Shut up!” They heard Josh yell, and they only made it worse.
“I-I can’t breath!” Ashley barely got out. Chris’s sides burned like a bitch, but he couldn’t stop. Even though she kept insisting she was dying, laughing there was Ashley, her in her T-shirt that was three sizes too big and booty short, Chris decided she never looked more beautiful.
Ashley woke up the next morning. The sun creeping in slightly through the window. They forgot to close the blinds fully. The thought made Ashley want to shiver, she hated the idea of being watched, she didn’t though, she was too warm too.
She tired to move, but felt and enormous weight on her. Chris was sounds asleep, his arm pulling her in tight, and his chest so close she could feel every breath her took. He was snoring slightly, and a small smile fell on her lips.
Her doofus. She wondered what he would think if/when he woke up. Would be be mortified? Would he pretend it never happened? Did he ever like her like that? A million question ran through her mind, each making her anxiety worse and worse.
then Chris let out a little snort, and snuggled up even closer to her. She could smell him. Her anxieties almost instantly faded away, and she smiled again.
She’d worry about that later, for now, she’d just enjoy the moment as it lasted.
