Souvenir [Complete]

Thirty-one. Surprise Center

Ashton's bed was soft and supple. Like everything about Ashton underneath his hard exterior, Ashton's room was sweet and nerdy, and him.

This was no kid's room living in their parent's house, this was Ashton's house. This was the master bedroom. And it was decorated like the master bedroom—just with more style than a single guy would normally have. Typically Luke hated the gay stereotype that all gays were into interior design. No they just knew what looked good.

Luke noticed this was the master bedroom when he'd used the en-suite the night before. This wasn't just a temporary place. This was an apartment Ashton had made his own. Plus two kids that Luke was yet to meet.

They'd gone to school by the time Luke woke up—he had apparently been dead asleep.

Ashton had come back to cuddle with him after the kids were gone, which led to another three hours of glorious, snuggly sleep. Luke was so thankful.

He bundled into the soft smell of Ashton's shirt. He smelled like the soap in Ashton's shower, and the Dunhill cologne Luke had bought him for his birthday. The gentle sandalwood, jasmine, and citrus hit Luke's nose like a warm hug from the source himself.

Luke leaned into it. Outside he could hear people and cars and birds in the trees. The city was vibrant and awake outside their house, and there they were, safe and sound under the covers.

"Mmm, you awake?" Ashton purred in that rough sleepy voice he always had. Luke's insides turned to jelly.

"Yeah..." Luke hiccuped, looking up at him with soft eyes. He'd never felt so intimate before.

Ashton squeezed Luke closer in a hug, with Luke eventually landing on his lap. "Good morning..." he purred playing with the hem of the t-shirt Ashton and let him borrow. Luke was just happy that Ashton gave away his shirts like that when Luke had brought plenty for himself.

"Morning," Luke giggled with a blush. Ashton's tone made Luke's tummy flip. "Are we all alone?" Luke asked softly, feeling the slight twitch in his boxers at the ideas that flooded to his mind when Ashton used that voice.

"No one but us, angel," Ashton smirked, looking up at Luke from the pillows with amusement. "Why?"

Luke whimpered, "I don't know...just curious, I guess. If the kids were back or something."

"Oh no. They aren't back. We're kid-free for another couple of hours, baby." Ashton purred seeming to understand Luke's thought process without Luke having to say a word. Ashton's hands were already feeling up Luke's hips and bum to get him to loosen up. "You got somethin' you wanna do, baby?" Ashton taunted.

"Well maybe..." Luke whined. "I was thinking that...maybe I could..." he felt too embarrassed to get it out. "I thought maybe we could..."

"You wanna fuck?" Ashton cooed.

There it was. He was so blunt when he wanted to be. "Yes please..." Luke bounced a little. He didn't know why it embarrassed him to admit. And why he liked it so much...

"It's alright, bunny. Daddy's got just what you need..." Ashton thumbed over the little tent in Luke's boxers.

Luke's stomach flipped at the touch, but it did a free-fall at the nickname. And it wasn't bunny.

"D-daddy?" Luke gulped.

"Mhmm," Ashton smirked. "You like that? Think you could say it?" It didn't matter if Luke hadn't have liked the term before—which generally he didn't—Ashton saying it to him like that made him completely change his mind.

"Daddy." Luke tried again, this time more confident.

"There you go," Ashton encouraged. "Just a word, but look what you did to me." The older boy tugged at Luke's hips to sit him back against the rock hard tent in his boxers. Except Ashton's was a lot bigger than Luke's.