Lashton/Malum One Shots

Finish Line - Lashton

"How're you feeling?" Luke Hemmings asks his (secret) boyfriend, world formula one racing driver, Ashton Irwin.

"Nervous." Ashton admits honestly, looking at Luke who's leaning against the frame of the door.

"Understandable." He shrugs. "You'll be amazing. As long as Foro comes behind in second place you've done it. World Champion, can you imagine?" Luke smiles to himself and Ashton watches him with fondness.

"I can feel the adrenalin already." Ashton says quietly. "Or it could be your presence." He then settles on saying with a small smirk.

"Come here, weirdo." Luke opens his arms and Ashton wraps his arms around Luke's neck, placing a kiss to his cheek.

"You'll be fine." Luke whispers against the skin of Ashton's neck.

Ashton pulls away slightly and Luke's face hovers over his own before he captures Ashton's lips with his, his hands clamped to his waist as he lightly pushes Ashton against the wall, kissing him deeply.

"The fans will love us." Ashton says without thinking, immediately regretting it as Luke's face falls.

"Ashton, we've talked about this." He states warningly yet calmly.

"Have we? Have we really, Luke?" Ashton retaliates.

"Yes. And you know it. Fuck, Ash, I don't want to fight over this again. It's all we seem to be able to do."

"It's not my fault you're embarrassed of me!" Ashton exclaims. Luke raises his eyebrows.

"Fuck you, you know that?"

"Pretty sure you've done that in the seven years we've been together." Ashton seethes. "If anyone's supposed to be embarrassed of anyone, I should be ashamed of you." Ashton snarls without thinking.

Luke's face wipes clean of anger.

"Oh." He says quietly.

Ashton looks uneasy.

"So this is what it's all about. Maybe you don't want to come out. Maybe you're just a coward. Maybe that's what this is. You don't want us to come out, not really, do you?" Luke mutters.

"What the fuck, Luke?" Ashton cries.

"Save it. You're so up yourself." Luke spits.

"That would be y-"

"Oh my god, enough with the sex jokes already, please?!" Luke sighs exasperatedly. "I can't deal with this, Ashton." He then mumbles, his voice breaking and tears gathering in his eyes.

"Fine!" Ashton yells, going into the bathroom and slamming the door.

The next thirty minutes go by, and unknown to the other, Luke and Ashton both cry; Luke on their bed, Ashton in the bathroom.

"Mr Irwin?" A voice sounds as there's a knock at the door.

Luke slowly gets up and opens it, revealing Ralf, the head of Ashton's team.

"He's in the bathroom." Luke says quietly. Ralf gives him a nod and a pat on the shoulder.

"Thanks, Luke." He ruffles Luke's hair and walks over to the bathroom as Luke goes to the kitchen.

Luke's waiting for the microwave to go off when there's a tap on his shoulder and Ashton's standing there.

Neither of them say anything, before Luke leans down and presses his lips softly against Ashton's, and then it's over and Ashton's gone.

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"He's going to do it! He's going to fucking win it!" Ralf shrieks excitedly.