#I accidentally made them too sweet and now I'm invested lmao

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Play Me The Classics, Something Romantic // Ashton Irwin

I'll keep it short (so unlike me, I know 🤓) thank you to everyone who enjoyed Encore and to the handful of people who suggested it might be fun to follow Ash and his girl to his next gig and see what they get into. Let me know what you think!

And thank you to @cal-puddies for encouraging me to follow thru on this accidental series (?) even though I have a couple long-anticipated WIP projects I should be working on instead. 😌

Warnings: Some more Upsettingly Cute New Boyfriend!Ash, Stage!Ash, lots of PDA and thirsty thoughts, sex in a public place, unprotected sex in an established relationship

Word Count: 5060

Masterlist // Ko-Fi and 2021 Taglist linked above

Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!

“Baby, come on, you look great! What was wrong with that one?”

Your boyfriend sits on your bed, watching in amused disbelief as you toss aside yet another outfit and frantically pull on a different one.

You distractedly answer him, “It was too much… too loud, too short… don’t you think it was too much?”

Ashton snorts. “Baby, it’s a rock show slash LA birthday party, I think ‘too much’ is basically the dress code.”

“A rock show birthday party that your best friends are suddenly going to be at, thus the identity crisis,” you huff, shaking your head.

When Ash invited you to tonight’s gig, a birthday celebration for his friend Andrew, you were beyond excited; it’d been two weeks since you’d gotten to see him perform for the first time and you haven’t been able to get that night out of your mind. Seeing him come alive on stage, so confident in his talent, so totally in his element - it was both heartwarming and irresistibly sexy. Sharing that experience (not to mention the one you shared after the show) had brought you two closer than you’d ever been and you were looking forward to feeling that magic again.

But when Ashton arrived to pick you up and mentioned that Luke and Calum had texted him asking to be put on the guest list, your mind went from romantic thoughts of backstage flirtations and stolen kisses to anxious thoughts of forced small talk and awkward silence.

“Baby,” he starts, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “You’ve met the guys before, I don’t understand why this is such a big deal?”

You feel yourself involuntarily relax against him, your body instinctively reacting to the safety of his embrace. You chew your lip, avoiding his eyes in the mirror. “Yeah we’ve met but that was when we were still getting to know each other, that was before…”

“Before you’d decided if you really liked me or not?” He teases, squeezing you tighter.

You playfully elbow him in protest, laughing in spite of yourself. “I don’t know, it just feels like seeing them matters more now,” you shrug.

“Well. It’s OK to be nervous. I don’t think you need to be, but if you are, that’s OK,” he says gently, resting his chin on your shoulder. “For the record, all that matters to me tonight is having my girl watching me from the wings. We’re gonna be the only two people in that room as far as I’m concerned.”

You pout your lips, touched by his comment. It was a loaded sentiment in such a compact statement: you’re his girl, having you there is all he cares about, everyone else is just going to fade away. You’d typically balk if a boyfriend said something like that this early in the relationship but when it’s Ash saying it, it feels right; as you’ve learned these past few months, he somehow always manages to say exactly what you need to hear. You’re never quite as sure of your words as he is so you simply nuzzle into him, placing a peck on his bearded cheek.

He smiles at your gesture and pecks you back before pulling away. “I like this one,” he says, tugging at your dress.

You study your reflection, a bit more forgiving now that your mood has improved. “Yeah… I like it too but I think it might be too hard to dance in. I saw the playlist you’ve been rehearsing to, you’ve got some bangers on there.”

“Well we can’t have that,” he grins, ducking over to your closet, quickly filing through the hangers. “Where’s that short black dress you wore on our second date? That looks amazing on you… and I haven’t gotten to take it off of you yet.”

“The romance of you remembering what I wore on our second date versus the last half of that sentence,” you smirk, reaching over to the far end of the closet to retrieve the dress.

“Like you’re not gonna be all over me later,” he giggles, pulling you into a kiss.

“Oh, you expect me to wait until later?” You tease, grabbing his ass.

Ashton cackles naughtily, laying another passionate kiss on you before exclaiming, “That’s the kind of energy tonight needs!”

You kick him out so you can finish getting ready but that energy returns a few minutes later when you walk outside and feel his eyes poring over every inch of you as you approach the Porsche where he’s waiting.

“Looks even better than I remember,” he declares. He takes your hand, twirling you around so he can admire you before he spins you into his arms for a hungry kiss.

“You clean up alright too,” you play, fingertips grazing his bare chest as you trace up and down the collar of his half unbuttoned shirt. “Didn’t realize we’d be matching tonight: all black, tight, tits out.”

He laughs, sliding his hands over your backside. “How embarrassing that we’re wearing the same thing, all the more reason to get you out of this, I guess,” he shrugs, pulling you to his lips again.

After a few more teasing kisses, you finally get in the car; he promptly plants his hand on your thigh and it remains there, slowly climbing higher and higher, thumb gently caressing your soft skin, until you’re parked at the venue. You don’t know how it gets started but a short parking lot makeout commences until somehow you manage to pull yourselves away long enough to make it inside the building. The backstage area is bustling but you find a few familiar faces from the previous show to chat with while Ash checks in with the people he’ll be playing with.

Tonight’s show is part jam session, part musical chairs: a couple dozen artists mixing and matching into various combos, rotating throughout the night to perform a set of classic rock covers. To keep the show moving, almost everyone is sharing equipment so there’s not much prep for Ashton to do, he explains upon his return to your side.

“Drums have already been checked and are ready to go,” he reports, sliding his arm around your waist.

“Too bad, I wouldn’t have minded getting you behind the kit already,” you flirt, exaggeratingly batting your eyelashes.

“I’d rather get behind something else right now,” he flirts back, pressing himself against your ass.

You laugh in surprise, feeling your eyes widen and your face warm as your eyes dart around the room, wondering if anyone heard or saw his frisky behavior.

Ash nuzzles his face into your neck, beard scraping at your skin. “Everyone’s focused on getting ready for the show, baby, no one cares what we’re doing,” he reassures you, pecking at your neck in time with your quickening pulse.

“Like we’re the only two people in the room…” You quote his earlier sentiment with a grin.

“Exactly,” he laughs, turning you around for a kiss. You both jump and then giggle as the feeling of his phone vibrating in his pants pocket ruins the moment. “The guys must be here…” He studies your reaction, clearly wondering if you’re still nervous.

Truthfully, you’ve been so distracted by having Ash all over you, you’ve basically forgotten to be worried about the impending guests. You enthusiastically direct, “I’m fine, let’s go say hi!”

You both head out to the floor to greet Calum, Luke and his fiancée, Sierra. Hugs and pleasantries are exchanged and there’s only a beat of uncertainty before the guys start chatting about their next studio session while you and Sierra make small talk.

The crowd starts trickling in so it’s suggested you all hang out backstage until the show starts. Once you get to the shared dressing room, Ash gets called over to answer a question about the setlist and before you can make it to the couch you were headed towards, the other members of your group have all gotten hung up talking to people.

Ashton is the first to make it back to you. “Have they ditched us already?” He asks amusedly, sitting down beside you, peering around the room.

“Remind me again why I was worried?” You joke.

“They’ll circle back,” he tells you, resting his arm on the back of the couch behind you. “It’s just chaos right now. Everyone’s excited, lots of people they haven’t seen in a while.”

You look at him fondly, appreciating his subtle attempt to make sure you’re not offended by his friends’ distracted behavior. “There’s plenty of time for us to get to know each other,” you muse. When he responds with a kiss that’s the softest and sweetest of the night so far, you know he understands you were talking long-term and not just about tonight’s event. “By the way, you can mingle if you want, you don’t have to hang out with me this whole time. Like you said, probably lots of people you haven’t seen in a while.”

He shrugs. “People, what people? Only us in the room, remember?”

You bump your knee against his, nudging him affectionately. “Ash, I’m serious.”

“So am I.” He nudges you back. “Saw my friends at rehearsal the other day and I’ll see them onstage. I’m sure everyone else is great but they couldn’t possibly be even half as interesting as you are.”

You smile softly and deflect with a joke, like you’re prone to do when you’re caught off guard. “You’re right, I am pretty great,” you agree. You don’t have the strength to fight the grin that spreads across your face when Ashton loudly giggles in response; you’ve never won the lottery before but you’re confident it couldn’t feel greater than making this man laugh. You can’t help but lean closer, playfully adding, “You’re pretty great too... I guess.”

“Thanks,” he chuckles out before pressing his lips to yours. Though your banter was sweet and lighthearted, there’s instantly heat behind this kiss and it doesn’t take long for you to get totally lost in each other. Part of you is aware that you’re still in a crowded dressing room but you’re also willing to bet that everyone around you is a little too buzzed, a little too self-involved to notice your PDA. And honestly, with the way Ash’s hand is inching up your hem, his quiet groans fading into your mouth… you’re having a hard time caring about anything else.

You finally break apart and as you catch your breath, you breathe against his ear, “Kinda wish we really were the only two people in this room now.” You squeeze his thigh for emphasis and moan slightly when you feel the muscle clench under his tight pants.

“God, me too, baby,” Ashton sighs back, hand now full on under your skirt, fingertips tracing designs on your skin, maddeningly close to your panties. His eyes scan the room, trying to compute how much farther to take things or where would be a more appropriate place to continue; suddenly, you see his expression change and feel his hand stop moving on you. Before you can turn to follow his gaze, he looks at you regretfully and says, “I just got cued, baby, our first couple songs are almost up, I’ve gotta get ready.”

“Oh right, that’s why we’re here,” you quip, taking a deep breath, trying to reset your mind. It’s not that you’re disappointed, you’ve been counting the days until you’d get to see him perform again; it’s just that your desire to have him on you is so strong right now, you can’t fathom the thought of his hands being anywhere else.

He cradles your face, kissing you quick but sweet. “You’ll come watch from the side?”

“I want you this much already, you sure you’re gonna be able to handle what I’m like after I see you on stage again?” You tease.

He pulls you up off the couch and into his arms. “Guess I’ll have to take my chances,” he smirks, running his hands over your back before giving you a quick swat to get you moving towards the door.

You split off in the hall, you grabbing a water and heading to claim a spot in the wings while Ash hustles to squeeze in a quick warm-up. You bite your lip, trying to play it cool when you hear him and his fellow musicians coming towards you, expecting him to walk past, focused on the show. Instead, everything in you feels like it’s been set ablaze as he stops beside you, silently placing his hand on your ass while he waits for the act onstage to finish up.

The song ends and with a farewell squeeze to your cheeks, he’s off. You try to snap yourself out of your lustful daze to enjoy the show but it’s like your brain can only focus on his tattooed arms flexing, his shirt threatening to expose even more of his bare chest as it pulls across his broad frame, his thick thighs bouncing as he drums. You zone out a little, thinking about what it might feel like to straddle his thigh while he moves like that, you holding onto his wide shoulders for dear life. It’s a fantasy you haven’t been able to get out of your mind since you first watched him rehearsing in his basement but so far you’re undecided on if you should share it with him.

At some point, you’re able to pull your mind out of the gutter and start swaying and singing to the music for a while, at least until one of the songs ends with Ashton grabbing his cymbal to silence it and your mind starts flashing memories of his hands gripping your tits, your ass. His hair, dampened with sweat, keeps falling in his face and it’s so reminiscent of how he looks when he’s over you in bed, you swear your hands literally ache to brush the curls behind his ear like you always do.

Your heart pounds with anticipation as the next combo of musicians wait beside you for their cue; moments later, the switch happens and your sweaty, breathless boyfriend is suddenly headed towards you. He cheerfully greets the others as they pass each other and then he’s taking your hand and leading you away from the stage.

“Can’t go too far, I’ve only got two songs,” he explains. You offer him the rest of your water and he gulps it as he briskly walks you down the hall, away from the still raucous dressing rooms.

He stops at the far end, in a dimly lit area near what seems to be a pair of locked offices; he backs you against the wall and you take the opportunity to tease him. “You know… you’re kinda sexy up there,” you comment with a grin, ogling him in his shirt that’s now sheer with sweat and clinging to his body.

Ash’s eyes shine with amusement as he brings himself closer to you. “Yeah? You’re one to talk, I’m out there trying to do my job and out of the corner of my eye I keep seeing this goddamn dress moving every which way,” he says, hands roaming up and down your sides.

“Told you I wanted to dance,” you reply, mouth nearly touching his.

“And I told you I wanted to take this dress off of you,” he rasps, nipping at your bottom lip before diverting his attention to your neck.

The combination of his words, being denied a kiss and the rough feeling of his beard has you groaning. You tangle your fingers in his hair, finally pushing his wet curls back like you longed to. "Guess being the only two people in this hall will have to do for now," you sigh.

"For now," he insists before kissing you with urgency. He fits his leg in between yours and looks you up and down hungrily. "I've got a longer break after this."

You whimper slightly as your mouths crash together again; you're not sure what exactly he's promising but you think you might die from waiting for it. You devour each other's kisses, bodies rutting against each other, hands everywhere for the next few minutes until you can tell Ashton’s concentration has shifted to listening to the song being played, trying to determine how much time he has left with you.

“God, Ash… swear I could cum like this if we kept at it,” you pant, licking your lips as you move against him.

He groans gruffly, resting his forehead on yours as he attempts to catch his breath. “Fuck, baby, don’t tempt me, I should be heading back,” he huffs.

“You gonna be able to make it through this set?” You ask, lightly tracing over the outline of his stiff cock in his tight pants.

He quickly grabs your hand and pins it above your head. “Not if you start doing things like that,” he breathes. You respond by capturing his lips in a rough kiss; he’s always so chill and in control of himself, you love these fleeting moments when you get to see him desperate like this.

He curses under his breath as he separates from you and then he's wordlessly pulling you back down the hall. He makes it to the side of the stage just in time for the lineup change and he leans in to your ear as he leaves, voice deep and teasing, "Behave."

You shudder at his warning, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from audibly reacting. His performance only excites you more; you can feel the force behind every drum hit, your stomach in knots thinking about how that energy might be directed towards your pleasure in just a few minutes. You lock eyes with him at one point and he holds your gaze so intensely as he works the kit, you're surprised you don't cum on the spot.

You're not sure how many songs pass, could've been two, could've been twenty, but now Ashton is stalking towards you and even though you couldn't wait for him to be finished, you now feel completely unprepared to face him. He says nothing, just discreetly gestures for you to follow him and the two of you slip away amidst all the stage area traffic. You trail him down that same hallway and you briefly wonder if he’s so far gone that he wants to try and get off out in the open over here. You wonder if you’re far gone enough that you’ll agree to it.

You’re jolted from your thoughts at the feeling of Ash suddenly grabbing your wrist and pulling you through one of the doors you were making out in front of earlier. He closes it behind you and immediately has you pressed up against it, tongue in your mouth, knee back between your legs before you even have a chance to get your bearings; your head spins as he unleashes all the passion he had to fight down while he was on stage. You finally come to your senses enough to gently push him back so you can assess the situation.

“Staff bathroom,” he explains, nipping at your neck while you look around. “Most venues have ���em, hidden away from the dirty rockers. Noticed this door was ajar when we were over here before and had a hunch that’s what it was.”

You grin, throwing your arms around his neck, teasing, “Smart, talented and sexy, I really won the dirty rocker jackpot, didn’t I?” You’re midway through a steamy kiss before it occurs to you to ask, “How much time?”

He cocks his head, listening to the muffled sounds of the concert. “Four? Songs after this one?” He pulls you away from the door and helps you up onto the counter, smoothly sweeping the baskets of amenities aside. “Tell me what you’re comfortable with, baby, earlier you were saying you could get off just from ---”

His own laughter cuts off his sentence as you pull him by his belt to stand between your legs and you start unbuckling him without hesitation. “Appreciate the courtesy, Ash, but we’re finally the only two people in the room, I’m gonna need you to fuck me.” You pull him out of his boxers, hissing at the feeling of his cock already slick with precum and begin to pump him eagerly.

“Just checking,” he smirks, loving how game you are. “I had my suspicions but I didn’t want to just assume you were a ‘fuck me in the club bathroom’ kinda girl.”

You shiver at the feeling of his fingers dancing up your skirt to tug your panties off. “Listen, I was considering being a ‘fuck me in this empty hallway’ kinda girl, so this bathroom is a five-star hotel if you ask me.”

He chuckles, stilling your hand on him. “Doesn’t look like this five-star hotel came stocked with any condoms, huh?” He nods in the direction of the products behind you.

“Hope not, I was looking forward to watching your final set while I enjoy the feeling of your cum dripping out of me,” you boldly declare.

Ashton’s eyes widen and the cackle he lets out is so high-pitched he claps his hand over his mouth as it reverberates off the bathroom tile. “Baby, what the fuck?” He exclaims delightedly, sloppily kissing you. “Jesus, we’re gonna have so much fun on tour.”

You don’t get a chance to unpack that statement because now he’s pulling you forward on the counter so he can run his cock up and down your pussy, spreading your wetness around, teasing your clit with his tip; suddenly nothing else matters. “Inside, Ash,” you whine, already feeling out of breath. “We’ve waited long enough.”

He immediately heeds your instruction and starts pushing in. You dig your nails into his bicep, the pressure and the stretch both feeling unreal at this angle. Ash already looks dazed, watching intently as he slides in; you fight to keep your eyes from fluttering shut so you can watch his cock disappear inside you. He bottoms out and you moan contentedly, you always feel so proud and awed when you’re able to so easily take all of him.

Your eyes flicker back up to Ashton’s as his hands caress your face. A soft sigh of your name is all he says before kissing you slowly. Ash is a man of many words and his kisses are no different when he has something to communicate. This kiss speaks volumes about how you’ve made him feel tonight, how he’s feeling in this moment. You moan quietly against his lips, overwhelmed by the intimacy and unspoken emotion.

“Pretty romantic considering you’re about to rail me in a nightclub bathroom,” you joke, trying to keep your own strong emotions at bay.

A sweet smile paints his face. “Only the best for my girl,” he laughs, drawing your legs around his waist and starting to move in you.

He moves moderately at first, obviously relishing the feeling of being inside you. You quietly murmur at his movements and an outright whimper escapes you as he lifts one of your legs higher, causing him to hit a deeper spot. Hungry to get that reaction from you again, he picks up the pace and starts hitting into you with force.

“Yeah, Ash… like that,” you encourage, hands trying to find purchase along the back of his damp shirt as you move along with him. “Oh, I’m so full, baby… it’s so fucking good.”

Ash groans, this angle clearly working for him too. “The way you take it, baby...” He breathlessly praises you. “God… even this deep… it’s just such a perfect fit.”

You push yourself up to kiss him, needing him near; you brush his hair out of his face as he pulls away and the smile you receive in return gives you butterflies. The giddy nervous energy surge that shoots through you almost seems silly given that he’s buried inside you but you can’t deny how pure and buoyant your feelings for him are. You’re dangerously fond of this man.

He stays close as he drives his cock into you, kissing your face, murmuring how good you feel, nuzzling his beard against you because he knows it drives you wild. You notice how his eyes keep drifting down to watch the way your breasts are bouncing with the force of his movements, jiggling so vigorously they’re threatening to spill over your neckline.

“Show you mine if you show me yours,” you tease, yanking open the remaining buttons on his shirt, running a hand down his chest hair.

He laughs, voice loud and husky with want. He leans you back and uses his teeth to pull the front of your dress down over your bra and you gasp as he does the same to free your tits from the thin lace. His hands, lips, teeth, tongue and beard spoil you with lustful affection and if time wasn’t a factor right now, you’d have let him stay there indefinitely.

You gently pull on his hair and he looks up at you, hazel eyes glazed over with desire. You stare at each other for a beat, chests heaving, until Ashton bursts into a fit of giggles, with you following suit.

“Kinda forgot where I was for a second,” he pants, leaning down to take your nipple between his teeth one more time before righting himself and bringing you back to the edge of the counter.

“I mean you’re not gonna hear me complain,” you laugh. “Just wanted to remind you that we’re on the clock.”

His hand glides between your legs and within seconds you're grabbing onto him, head rolling back as you moan at the pressure he’s giving your clit. “Yeah… I don’t think time is gonna be much of an issue.”

“You’re unbelievable,” you murmur, his hand continuing while his hips resume their work. His pace speeds up noticeably and at first you assume it’s to get you both to finish faster but then you realize his thrusts have started to keep rhythm with the song being played onstage. You smile to yourself, once again almost beside yourself with appreciation that this man is yours.

You wrap yourself around him, arms around his neck, legs locking around his waist. Ash instantly recognizes the need you’re feeling and he slides his hands under you, lifting you off the counter. His large hands grip your ass and he fucks you on his cock as you cling to him.

That feeling of nearness you were craving combined with his display of strength has your body going crazy. “Ah… Ash,” you whimper, feeling that pulsing in your core start to spread. “I’m…”

“Oh, me too, baby, me too,” he breathes. “You still want me to --”

“Yes, Ash, oh my god yes, cum in me, baby, want it so bad, yes!”

Ashton cumming inside you is still something new and even just the thought of it is enough to push you over the edge. Your cries echo across the bathroom as your pussy throbs and squeezes around him. Seeing and feeling your pleasure is everything Ash could’ve wanted and his orgasm hits without warning. He lets out a long whine as his cock pulses inside you, your tight walls coaxing out every drop of cum he has for you.

He gently sets you back on the counter and lets himself slump against you in exhaustion. You close your eyes and stroke through his sweat soaked curls, focusing on the feeling of your chests rising and falling in sync with each other.

Ash finally raises himself to kiss you slowly and deliberately; it feels almost as intense and intimate as the orgasms you just shared. Neither of you are saying much right now but the way your bodies are communicating leaves no question how you're feeling about each other.

You murmur a weak complaint as he pulls out and moves to grab some tissue. He turns back to you and the room is once again filled with the sound of his laughter when he sees you’ve dramatically laid your entire body across the counter and appear to be either dead or napping.

“That good, hmm?” He asks with a grin, pulling you back over to him and beginning to carefully clean you up.

“You’re gonna fuck me like that and I’m just supposed to move on with my night, enjoy the rest of the show?” You respond with smirking incredulity.

Ashton helps you into your underwear and pulls you off the counter into his arms. “Believe me, I’d take you home right now if I could.” He takes your face in his hands, smiling softly before kissing you again.

You chuckle as you look in the mirror, attempting to right your debauched appearance. “I guess it’s a good thing your friends ended up ditching us, this way they don't have to witness our walk of shame back to the stage.”

Ash’s arms circle your waist, squeezing tight. “Walk of shame? It’s a stride of pride, baby. You’re just a fan of the arts, this is how you appreciate the classics,” he insists with a cheeky smile.

You turn around in his arms, re-buttoning his shirt. “Speaking of…” You hold your hand up to your ear, listening to the concert. “Should you be on stage right now? Pretty sure I heard you rehearsing this one.”

He shrugs, smoothing down your hair where he tangled it earlier. “They probably think I’m out having a smoke, I’ll grab a tambourine and sneak in on the next one, it’s fine.”

You peek your head out the door and seeing the coast is clear, the two of you quietly make your way down the hall to the wings. You sway with Ashton as he waits for the song to end so he can casually walk on, as if his delayed entrance were planned.

Just as the final chords ring out, you whisper in his ear, laughing, “You know, after all that, technically you still haven’t gotten me out of this dress.”

He looks you up and down, eyes devouring you. “I guess we're about to be the only two people at the afterparty too,” he devilishly replies with a wink before strutting on stage.

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