I awaken to my arms being wrapped around a naked Ashton. I move the one on top of him and play with his hair twisting and untwisting it around my finger."When your legs don't work like they used to before
And I can't sweep you off of your feet
Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?And, darling, I will be loving you 'til we're 70
And, baby, my heart could still fall as hard at 23
And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand
Well, me-I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I amSo honey now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I'm thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are" I serenade his beautiful sleeping body.His warm skin is pressed against my own. His soft baby like skin pressed against my rough scarred skin. He yawns and turns towards me.
"Morning Ash." I say kissing his forehead.
"Morning Luke." he replies burying his head into the crook of my neck.
"We are naked Ashton." I say.
"I know." he mumbles against my skin.
"Do you know what we did last night?" I ask wondering if he had gotten drunk.
"Yes I do." he answers.
"Good." I whisper wrapping both of my arms around him. One hand resting above his bum and the other on the small of his back.
"How's your foot?" I ask.
"If I lie can we do it again." He counter asks.
"Yes sometime soon, very soon." I reply.
"It feels great like it was never hurt." he says smiling.
He sits up and I sit up in front of him. The covers fall to our laps and I stare at him in the sunlight. He looks beautiful. Bedhead hair. Soft facial features and the hickeys I gave him last night are starting to bruise over.
I touch one curious of how it feels and he jumps. I pull my hand away quickly.
"Sorry Ash." I apologize.
"It's fine but its just really tender." I stare at his naked body and think of how innocent he was before. But now he's not so innocent he gave away the one thing he can never get back.
But I'm not innocent either. I just fucked someone who I deeply love but can't marry. I have to marry the stupid princess and Ashton doesn't know about that.
Tears fill my eyes and Ashton looks at me with a deep concern.
"I'm really sorry Ash." I say standing up grabbing my clothes and climbing out of the treehouse.
"Wait Luke! No! Please! I don't even know what I did!" he yells behind me.
But I continue running. I don't stop until I reach the edge of the woods. I quickly pull on my clothes and look at the dried semen covering my body. Whoops.
I walk through the middle of the town and towards the tunnel leading to my room. I walk through the dark and musty tunnel before I come to the trapdoor I had left through. I try to push it open but it doesn't budge.
Then it dawns on me. I had padlocked it before I left. I search my pants for the key but have no luck in finding it.
"I must have left it at the treehouse." I groan as I turn around.
I run out of the tunnel and trip over something. Something big and metal. One of the soldiers helmets.
They were here. They know my escape route.
I run away from the edge of the tunnel and into a store. The Eddie Baeur store.
I confront the first person I see, Alice.
"Alice I need your help." I say pleadingly.
"Why do you need my help?" she asks.
"Because you're the only person I know around here." I answer.
She considers it and after what seems like ages, finally agrees.
"I need to stay at your place for a while." I say.
"Alright Jasper but you know rent comes at a price and mines a very expensive one."
I know I should've gone to Ashton but I don't want to hurt him. Might as well keep our space and give Alice what she wants even though I'm more than sure I know what that is.
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Welp Lashton drama for ya.
Then there's Aluke or Lukice crap that no one wants to read because ew
So yeah here we go like comment vote do your thing.
Totally irrelevant note my dog won't get off of me!!
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The Prince (Lashton au)
Fiksi PenggemarThe charming price in line next for heir of the throne. The young peasant in line next for his bowl of soup for the poor family. Two different worlds. Two different perspectives. One dream.