I really, really, really, really love Ashton's thighs.
Every time Blank Space comes on, I think Taylor is going to sing, "Stolen kisses, pretty thighs," and I think of Ashton because his thighs are just amazing and deserve to be sang about.
For my soulmate (apparently) KayIsALoner. I hope this is okay :)
"Luke," Ashton whined, his body draped over a comfy chair to where his legs hung off one arm and his head the other, so he was looking at his boyfriend upside down.
"Hm?" Luke asked, not taking his eyes from the TV.
"I'm bored." Ashton sat up straight, because he'd been getting a bit dizzy from his head being upside down for so long. He had been sitting in that uncomfortable position for at least two minutes, and all the blood rushing to his head wasn't really all that fun.
"Okay?" the blond still hadn't looked away from the TV, too focused on his video game to notice much else. "No, Michael, I wasn't talking to you," he said into the microphone near his mouth. The microphone was part of a typical gamer headset.
"Luke, I'm horny." And Ashton really was. Ever since Luke got that game four days ago, he'd barely done anything but play it with Michael, both on other ends of the city and just talking through their headsets.
"Mikey, hold on." Luke took one of the headphones off of his ear and paused his game, twisting his body to face Ashton. "What?"
The older boy groaned and stood. "Nothing," he muttered, then headed to their bedroom.
He sat on their bed and glared at the wall, mad that his boyfriend was ignoring him for a game. But, then, he realized how stupid it was to be jealous over a video game. Because, he was better than a video game.
So, he stood up and walked to his set of drawers, sifting through them until he found a pair of his black skinny jeans he knew Luke loved on him.
The tan boy stripped off his sweatpants and shirt, replacing them with the black skinny jeans and a Joy Division tank top he knew Luke also loved to see on him.
"Hey," he said, rather harshly, when he entered the living room again, where Luke was still playing his game.
When the fucktard didn't reply, probably not having seen or heard him, since his eyes were trained on the TV and even Ashton could hear what Michael was saying through the headphones, the curly haired boy stood in front of Luke.
The blond noticeably eyed him hungrily, but then he mumbled, "Move, Ash," and shifted a bit to the left in his seat so he could see around his incredibly hot boyfriend.
At this point, Ashton was just fed up, and he glared at Luke for a few seconds, before smiling and straddling Luke.
The younger boy took in a sharp breath and asked, "What the fuck are you doing?"
"I think you meant to ask, 'Who the fuck are you doing?' and that would be me."
"But, I asked you that, so then your answer would be that you would fuck yourself. Very romantic."
"Luke," the older boy groaned. "I'm trying to be sexy here, and having a boner with really tight jeans on isn't comfortable at all."
Luke chuckled. "Oh. I'm sorry."
Ashton suddenly starting sucking on the skin below Luke's jaw, causing the younger boy to fumble with his remote.
"Dude!" Michael yelled, and both boys could hear him. "You just killed me!"
"Sorry!" Luke replied, his voice high pitched and strained. But, to Ashton's dismay, the blond continued to play the game.
So, the older boy started to slowly grind against Luke, and the younger boy let out a strangled sound. He'd clearly been trying to hold in a moan, and it had turned into something between a moan and a cough.
