Knockout • OT4

14 - See me

Hushed whispering was the first thing Luke woke up to.

The sun coming in through the window was a welcoming change from the previous days containing rain. The cold air that nipped at their bruised and cut skin wasn't ever a pleasant feeling unless they were using it to ground themselves.

In that case, cold air wasn't enough.

Blue eyes fluttered open as they carefully took in the environment, feeling at ease to remember he's home. His bed felt warm surrounding him, just as the sun did. The furniture looked familiar and neat, his lovers were quietly whispering beside him and a warm body was curled into his chest.

A warm body?

The eyes that were still adjusting and awakening casted downwards to the oh so familiar messy red hair. The boy was knocked out, sleeping like a baby if he had to say so. Michaels lips parted ever so slightly as soft, even breaths were released.

He looked heavenly in the glow of the morning sun, even better wearing one of his shirts.

Something in Luke's chest settled, almost as much as his heartbeat quickened in panic. Why? Because why was he here holding Michael the way he way after seeing him, all of him. All four of them revealed pieces of themselves, revealed themselves in a new light.

They were vulnerable which was something very dangerous. They'd kept that locked away from the public eye, only allowing themselves that pleasure in the comforts of their own home.

Now? They've expressed that vulnerability with someone new, in their own home. They invited him in, said things to him, talked to him, touched him and kissed him and fuck, ran their filthy hands all over someone beautifully untainted.

Because Michael decided to be vulnerable too.

And for them, that made it all okay.

Luke tried not to dwell on it any longer, blinking long and hard to banish those thoughts at least for a moments time — which was incredibly short lived by the way, as that's what Calum seemed to be so stunned about.

"What did we do last night." the man gritted out, dark eyes staring directly into the bland wall across from him. Ashton was still laying in the bed, fingers mindlessly dancing on Calums arm as he sighed at the distress radiating from his lover.

Luke's eyebrows raised slightly before furrowing in confusion at the simple question. "It's not like we were under the influence, Cal. We just-"

"No I know we weren't. Not like I'd even be asking if I weren't remotely sober, at least then I'd have something to blame it on." he muttered, moving his hand to take Ashton's wandering fingers into his own hand.

The man pressed against Calum brought the tanned hand up, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of it, not seeming to understand what Calum was talking about.

"So then what.."

"I just- need someone to tell me if what happened actually happened. To tell me so I know.."

He trailed off, leaving Luke and Ashton in the palm of his hand, wanting to prod and poke at his brain to know everything.

".. To know whether it was a dream or not.. a really good dream."

Their eyes subconsciously drifted to the sleeping boy, eyes taking in every detail as they didn't know if this would be the first and last time it would happen.

The tussled red hair and the gentle grip he has on the covers. He looked so peaceful, so pretty and it wasn't fucking fair to them, not one bit.

"What's gonna happen, ya know.. when he wakes up?" Ashton questioned quietly, watching his youngest lover trace circles into the sleeping boys lower hip.