Not a One Night Stand (mpreg)(boyxboy)

Chapter 4

Ash's P.O.V

        “Mase,” I spoke softly crawling onto the bed after setting the tray of food on the bedside table. I pecked his lips softly, “Mason. Baby, wake up.”

                He moaned tiredly and his brows scrunched up, “No,” he whined, “don’t wanna.”

                “But I made you breakfast,” I giggled out as he grabbed my waist and pulled me to him. “Mason,” I giggled more, “Eat before it gets gross!”

                “But I’d rather eat you,” he chuckled flipping me over and pinning me to the bed and nipping at my neck and moving to my lips.

                I threw my hands over my mouth, “Don’t you dare kiss me until you brush your teeth!” I laughed and he pouted, “Don’t give me that look Mason, now eat the delicious food I made and then go brush your teeth.” I pecked his lips again pulling away before he could deepen it.

                Moving off my bed I sat down at my desk and went through my email. Sticking out my tongue in distaste, I groaned and opened the email from my mother, sent last week. Skimming through it, it got worse and worse. She wanted me to model for her as soon as I got the email. I am supposed to go call her and go to her studio the day I get this. My mother knows I only check my email every one to two weeks so she doesn’t bug me too much or she knows I’ll refuse to do the job. She only sends me one email and she won’t text or call. I pouted at the computer and looked to my phone and glared at it. I don’t want to go.

                “Love, if you glare at your phone like that it might bite you.” Mason chuckled kissing my cheek, “Thank you for breakfast, it was delicious.”

                “It was my pleasure baby.” I smiled and kissed him lips lightly.

                “What happened to brushing my teeth before kissing you,” he smirked against my lips.

                “I changed my mind,” I placed my hands around his neck and pulled him in tighter. His tongue fought its way into my mouth and explored with aggression. Mase moved his hands to behind my back and lifted me up. I curled my legs around his waist and he sat in the chair, making me straddle his hips.

                He pulled away rubbing my back, “What got to you Ash?” I pouted out my lip and turned in his lap with his arms around me. I wiggled the wireless mouse to my laptop and pointed to the email. He skimmed it over and smirked, “She wants you to dress up as a girl?”

                “Yepp; not the first time,” I shrugged, “Won’t be the last. Have you heard of the male to female transgender model? Her name is Andreja Pejić. She modeled, and still models, as both a male and female. Well my mother likes the idea. They have worked together and my mom has taken in some of her ideas and put them to use with me. The only difference is I wear a wig, there is no way I’m growing out my hair like that,” I laughed.

                “I regretfully inform you I have not heard of her.” He chuckled and kissed the back of my neck. “So does that mean you’ll be modeling today?”

                “I don’t want to.” I whined and rubbed my hands over his that were around my waist. “But I have to.” I paused and turned in his lap again. Smiling brightly at him I threw my arms around his neck, “Do you want to come?”

                “You want me to come?” He asked raising a brow.

                “Of course,” I giggled, “then I’d have a reason to go and we can hang out after. It shouldn’t take too long; we could go grab a drink. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”