《11:12 ; Lashton ✓》1.5
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+ dedicated to luke-ashton for making all of my lovely covers, is it possible to fall in love with covers because I think I did.
so ur just gonna stay at my house tonight and tomorrow?
yeah
if it's cool with you
course, I'll pick u up in like 30?
alright :-)
u used the nose ;-)
shit
After sending Luke that message he threw his phone on the bed, cringing when it bounced off and hit the ground with a dull thud. He really hoped it didn't crack, he needed that for the concert. He then grabbed a duffle bag and started shoving clothes that he was eighty nine percent sure were clean in it.
Looking through everything on his desk his eyes widened when he couldn't seem to find the most important things.
He started to look through his night stand and then even his closet before he took a shaky breath.
"Mom!" He called, panic starting to arise as his voice shook slightly.
"Son!" She called back, and Ashton heard foot steps coming up the stairs.
"Do you, um, have you seen the concert tickets anywhere?" He asked turning back to look through all the books and papers he had on his desk again.
"No." Anne said and Ashton whipped around to stare at her practically in tears before she started to laugh, "Yes Ashton, they're in the top drawer of my night stand since I know you'd lose them if you kept them."
Ashton leaned against his desk and let out a relieved breath before scowling at her, "Why couldn't you have said that at first. I was panicking."
"I know, maybe you should take more responsibility of your things." Anne told him rolling her eyes before turning around and making her way back down the stairs.
Ashton mocked her to himself as he dragged himself down the hallway to his moms room. If she didn't have the tickets there's a good chance he would've cried, he needed to see his idols in concert.
Going to her night stand he immediately found the ticket and vip pass, picking them up he also found a few condoms that were different sizes.
"Mom!" He screeched cheeks flushing a nice shade of red.
"Safe sex is the best sex!" She yelled from downstairs with a small laugh, and Ashton groaned because why was his mom such an embarrassment. And its not like he'll be having sex with blonde anytime soon anyways so the condom was not needed (but if he stuck in his pocket anyways well no one has to know).
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im here so like come out
but im already out?
huh
nevermind you idiot
"Mom I'm leaving." Ashton told Anne as he walked past the kitchen.
"Have fun and be safe and make sure you kiss the boy at least once during your time with him." Anne replied going over to pull him into a hug, Ashton opened his mouth to protest but Anne then added, "Honey, your eyes tell a hell of a story. Don't you dare say you don't like him or he doesn't like you. I saw the way you two were with each other that night at dinner. Take a risk and kiss the boy. Now have the time of your life at that concert, I love you Ashton."
Ashton was quiet for a moment, not really knowing what to say so he went with just nodding and muttering out an 'I love you too'.
Slipping his shoes on he felt his phone vibrate a few times in his pocket, rolling his eyes he ignored it. Luke was too impatient.
"I told you I'd be right out." Ashton said once he got settled into Luke's truck, it was nothing special but it was a nice truck nonetheless.
"No you didn't you said 'but I'm already out' and then called me an idiot." Luke said backing out of Ashton's driveway.
"Yeah well that's basically the same thing," Ashton shrugged, laughing when Luke just shot him a dirty look.
It was mostly silent after that with the radio playing faintly in the background but it was comfortable and Ashton enjoyed watching the houses pass by in a blur as Luke softly hummed to whatever song was on the radio. Ashton started bouncing his leg once he realized that he was meeting Luke's family in less than 5 minutes, he started to panic again. Every negative scenario started running through his head like what if his mom hates me? What if his brothers hate me and like punch me or something? He looked at Luke and his mom's words came back to him. Does she mean he likes me back? No he likes Tyler. Wrinkling his nose to himself in distaste he brought his gaze back out the window, he didn't want to think about that.
A hand on Ashton's thigh brought him out of his thoughts and seized the bouncing of his leg.
"You're thinking way too hard, whats up?"
Ashton looked from Luke's hand to Luke's face, he couldn't really think much of anything other than being hyperaware of the heat of Luke's hand that was seeping through his jeans. "What if your family hates me?"
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A small laugh leaving Luke's lips caught Ashton off guard, "Is that seriously what you're worried about? C'mon Ash, I promise you they will love you. My mom will absolutely adore you, probably love you more than me if we're being honest here."
Ashton took a deep breath and nodded, "Okay, okay but I'm still nervous." He trailed off, the dashboard becoming much more interesting than it was 10 seconds ago.
Luke squeezed his thigh emitting a small squeak from the older boy and drove into a driveway which Ashton assumed was his own. "We can always sneak off to my room and make out if you'd rather do that." He smirked before getting out, leaving Ashton very confused and slightly turned on.
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"This is definitely the cutest one."
"What are you guys talking about? Look at his toothless grin here."
"No, look at this one! This one is obviously the cutest."
Ashton looked at Jack and they both shook their head at Liz, because no that definitely wasn't the cutest.
Ashton currently sat in between Liz and Jack on the couch as they flipped through one of Luke's baby books while Luke sat on the other couch pouting at the three of them. Luke was right, everyone did like Ashton and made him as if he was already part of the family and Ashton didn't really know why it felt so comfortable being around Jack, Liz and Andrew. He felt as though he known the family for years.
They were currently trying to decide which picture of Luke was the cutest and it wasn't easy since there were many.
"Lukey you look so cute in that little speedo!" Ashton cooed teasingly as he came across a picture of Luke on a beach holding a thumbs up with big grin on his face, he had to have been around 6 and it was quite the picture.
"I thought you hated being called Lukey?" Jack asked raising an eyebrow at the younger blonde.
Luke suddenly stood up, "Okay." He exclaimed drawing out the word and ignored Jack's question, he grabbed Ashton's wrist and pulled him off of the couch, "Me and Ashton are going up to my room. Enough pictures of me."
"Is this the part where we make out?" Ashton joked once Luke had closed the door to his room.
Ashton looked around this room as he sat on his in made bed. It was cleaner than he would've thought, the desk in the corner of his room had books and papers piled on top of it but so did his, the wall facing his bed had tons of posters overlapping each other and there was a pile of clothes in the corner of his room that Ashton assumed were clean.
Luke bounced on top Ashton, bringing him out of his thoughts as he was pushed back on the bed with Luke straddling his hips. "I mean it could." He wiggled his eyebrows as he looked down at Ashton.
"At least lock the door first." Ashton giggled jokingly pushing at his chest weakly.
"Where's the fun in that?" Luke joked, eyes flickering over every feature on Ashton's face as he watches Ashton's expression to change from happiness to something a bit darker and unreadable. Luke becomes suddenly aware of how close they are, Luke pressed on top of Ashton, their breaths mingling into one between the two. "What would you do if I just kissed you?"
"Do it and find out." Ashton breathed in reply, but Luke didn't move, too stunned that Ashton didn't push him off and flee from the house.
Ashton was the first to break the silence, he makes a frustrated noise and suddenly fisting the fabric of Luke's shirt and hauling him down so he's closer, smashing their lips together with slightly too much force but neither boys focus on that.
Luke's hands find their way to his hair and he tangles his fingers in it, making Ashton gasp into his mouth.
But before anything else could happen the door opened which surprised both boys, which resulted in them knocking heads before jumping apart.
"Luke mom wants you to do the dishes.." Jack trailed off watching in amusement as the two boys stared at each other with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. A smirk started to appear on his lips as he turned back around and closed the door behind him again, "Mom you owe me 20 bucks!"
Luke looked at Ashton, face reddening even more than it already was, he opened his mouth to say something but got interrupted as the door opened once again with Jack popping his head into the room.
"Luke if you're gonna make out with your technically-boyfriend then at least make sure the doors locked."
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QOTC; who is your otp?
AOTC; Larry #louistops
^^^^qotc is going to be a thing now
Thoughts on Jack being a cockblock?
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