Pictures of You [Completed]

Eight. Life's a Party

The drinks flowed like there was an endless supply of them. And Luke had decided he wasn't turning his nose up at the concept this time. An open bar to a 19-year-old was like heaven on Earth. Or heaven in the stratosphere.

He had stayed by Ashton's side the first half, and watched as the crowd had gone from chatty and nervous to loud and rambunctious. There were people dancing along to the music playing on the front screen of the business class section. People passing around bowls full of pills. People taking shots off of people's stomachs. Most of them were strangers that weren't seated in the first class section at all. Girls and boys pressed against each other in every corner. No coat closet was empty. No bathroom vacant—or if it was, it wasn't for very long.

Ashton had been enjoying himself, drinking copious amounts, and Luke had been following his lead. He'd never been on a trip like this or to a party like this so he might as well take advantage.

And he was feeling it. He was drunk, and whatever he had snorted hadn't been coke. He was sweating and couldn't get away from Ashton. Couldn't get away from anyone in the circle of friends. He wanted them to be around him. He wanted to be the center of attention if it meant everyone was close to him.

"Ashyyy don't leave me..." Luke whined reaching for Ashton, but only getting his shirt collar. The shirt was practically unbuttoned now. Luke must have done that so he could see Ashton's pretty chains and tummy.

"'M getting us some cold water," Ashton spoke to him like he was talking to a baby.

"Cold?" Luke gushed. "Oh my god, it's like you read my mind!"

Ashton giggled and kissed Luke, softly, but kept his hands on Luke's waist, as if he couldn't tear himself away from Luke either. "We're melted together..." he teased all sweet and soft. He hadn't intended to use his baby voice or anything, it just kinda happened.

Ashton kissed him again. It was deeper this time. Maybe a little more forceful. Ashton pressed their hips together and groaned like it was the most painful thing in the world to tear himself away from Luke. "I'm gonna be right back..." he growled.

Luke twitched a little in his boxers. It was always so sexy when Ashton talked to him like that. Despite that, eventually the older boy broke Luke's tight grip on his shirt. Leaving Luke feeling dizzy, and being sucked back into his group of new friends.

"Mikey!" Luke gushed wrapping his arms around Michael, feeling the tingles of the heat of their two bodies where they touched. It was addicting.

"Lukey..." Michael gushed. "C'mere, gimme a hug!"

Luke was all too eager, and too drunk to resist even for a second. "Mikey. I missed you..." Luke purred.

"Missed youuu..." Michael kissed Luke's cheek.

Luke gasped. "Do that again! Feels weird..." he purred leaking into Michael's touch.

Michael kissed his cheek again and again and Luke hugged him closer. "Lemme try..."

"The twinks are gonna make out," Jack called to the crowd, and Luke heard the cheers in their favor.

"No, we aren't..." Luke giggled, still clinging to Michael's neck, hiding a little.

"Nuh-uh..." Michael gushed, but Luke felt his fingers on the small of his back.

"Should we?" Luke cooed quietly. "You have like really pretty lips..."

Michael looked at Luke with soft eyes, ignoring the chaos around them. "I think we could..." he purred obviously under some influence. He was such a lightweight after all. Luke had always thought so.