thinking about you [muke af]

thirty one

thirty one

The house was extremely quiet and Luke hated it. Michael was in the studio, tearing his vocal cords apart. Ashton was at work, burning his hand on the broken expresso machine. Calum was on a photoshoot, trying to not drop his four thousand dollar lenses into the ocean. 

Luke typed up a letter to his grandmother whom didn't know what the internet was—maybe for the better. He read over his words, explaining why he moved back to California after only a month in Missouri. Corn fields, Luke wrote, I forgot about all the corn fields. They were driving me insane. I felt like I was in a horror movie constantly. He made sure to correct any typos before hitting print. 

The icon on the bottom of his screen was jumping, he clicked on it, seeing the dock was already filled with someone else's paperwork. He rolled his eyes, mentally cursing his roommate's for never clearing out the queue. 

His bare feet were cold against the wooden floor as he stretched over the bed. Michael's and his room was like a hurricane, random shit thrown over every possible space. 

Luke started to head down the stairs, turning the corner to where their wireless printer lay on the kitchen counter. There has been many almost-accidents where something would spill right next to the printer, but they had no where else to put such an item. Four boys living in a two bedroom house was beyond stressful. 

The blonde turned the dial on the printer, trying to figure out why fourteen items were waiting on the queue. This was technically Calum's printer, the one he used to print 1080HD photos, but the younger boy never said Luke couldn't use it. 

He pressed 'okay', afraid to delete someone else's project. Luke walked around the kitchen, tidying up as the items started to print out. There were grease stains all over the off-white counter top, Luke took a towel, rubbing harshly to get it off. 

The printer made a crinkling sound as the finished 8x10" copy flowed onto the holding board. 

Luke threw the towel in the basket next to the washer and dryer, going to see who was the idiot clogging up the printer. 

He almost threw up. 

He held the photo, an artsy-fied nude of Calum and Ashton in his hand. They were against the white wall of their bedroom, the single strip of light from their window flowing over their upper bare bodies at a diagonal shape. 

Cal's lips were on Ashton's neck, the tanner, older boy had his head thrown back. His long, golden-brown hair flowing in small curls. Calum's hands were holding tightly on the toned skin of Ashton's back, claw marks about an inch up. Ash's arms laid loosely on Calum's shoulders as he was obviously entering a state of pure bliss. 

The photo was filled with dark blue tones, Luke wishes he didn't think it was beautiful. Hell, it was his friends, but the photo was so proportionally accurate. Their bodies were so sculpted. The tones were adjusted at just the right settings, the blues saturated up, the others hued down. 

Luke bit his lip as the next one came flowing out. He guessed Calum's camera was on a timer, because these photos were only seconds apart. Ashton had moved his hands to Calum's cheeks, his lips were parted as he must've been whispering something. His hands had prominent veins protruding through his tan skin. Calum's hands were now softer, now barely ghosting over his lower back. His smile made Luke smile, even though he was scared the next few he'd seen their dicks. Something he didn't want to see, again. 

Luke didn't know Calum that well, he was Michael's friend, he was Luke's roommate, nothing really more. He didn't know the younger boy's full name or if he had any siblings. He didn't know his birthday or his dreams. He didn't know a lot about him. But, he knew he was fucking fantastic as his art—photography. 

Each photo falling from the printer proved Luke correct. Every single one had not even one possible error. The horizons were straight, the proportions were equal. The light was perfect even if at a weird angle. Their faces were darkened by the dark room, but their bodies fit the one stream of light perfectly. Their movements seemed so slow and careful, even if it was only a dozen continuous shots. 

Luke felt creepy picking them up one by one. Seeing Ashton's legs wrapped around Calum's torso was odd. It was weird seeing their bodies entwined like that, Calum's back muscles strong as they pinned the older boy against their bedroom wall. But, it was art. Luke loved art. 

He heard a car door slam from outside and he quickly stopped the printer, leaving the prints on the dock, and ran back to his room. He got under the covers, his breath fast as the front door opened. 

Everyone was home before seven. Dinner was on the table, buttered noodles the only thing they've ate for the last eight days. When Luke learn something new, that's all he'll cook. 

Michael was talking about his producer and the new track they finally finished. Ashton and Calum had smiles on their faces as they laughed at some half-funny joke Mike spit out. 

Luke looked at their dynamic, he was so creeped out from earlier. The photos filled his mind and he didn't know what to do about it. It was like accidentally sending one's parent their nudes. It was just uncomfortable. 

He looked down at Calum's fingers, they were soft, his nails clipped short. He wondered what they felt like against Ashton's skin. Ashton's skin was more rough, years from being outside dried out the natural glow of his color, but he was still practically a God. 

"So, Luke, what'd you do all day?" Mike asked through a mouth-full of pasta. They all had matching white bowls, the light blue placemats underneath making them look like a picture perfect family.

"Nothing really, just kind of hung out. I'm going to the preschool tomorrow to meet the other teachers, then opening day is next week. Do any of you wanna come?"

"I love children," Ashton said, his face lighting up. "When I was younger, I used to always babysit my younger..."

Luke was used to Ash's stories. Yes, he knows Ashton worked at KFC, he does not want to hear the story one time. The blonde didn't know Ashton is whole life, but sometimes he felt like he did. He didn't even have to tune in to his words to know that he was telling a story of his two younger siblings. 

Michael placed his hand on Luke's leg, rubbing a soothing pattern on his bare knees, trying to figure out why he was so stressed out and up tight. 

It wasn't until hours later when the younger boy found out. He rolled off of the blonde after making love to him. Mike pressed a kiss to Luke's cheek before laying his head down on the warm chest. 

It was too hot for their blankets as they laid on their bed, listening to the hum of the fan and the snores of their friends. Michael rubbed his thumb up and down the curve of Luke's ribs. Their legs were entwined, their bodies touching in every possible way. 

The blonde laid a hand on Mike's back before finally speaking up, "So, today, I was trying to print out a letter for Grandma, okay?" His voice was barely above a whisper. "It gave me the message saying the queue was full, so I went downstairs to fix it or whatever."

"What's the point of this story?" Mike let out a small chuckle as he looked up at his fiancé.

"I may have accidentally saw fourteen nude shots of Cashton."

Michael his lip, trying not to laugh. "First, please don't call our friends by their ship name, that's really fucking weird. Second, what?"

Luke wrapped his arms tighter around Michael, the younger was almost on top of him once more. "There were these really photographically amazing photos of them, but they were, like, doing it."

"That's hot."

Luke shook his head from left to right, scuffing at Mike. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Dude, we literally hear them getting off at least twice a night, it doesn't matter. They know we're 'sexually active', and we know they are too." He used his mom voice which made Luke quite uncomfortable considering Michael's junk was pressed up against his leg.

Luke kissed the top of his forehead, "Love you."

"I love you so damn much."

(a/n) filler