Across the Hall » [muke]

Part I

"I thought we were going bowling tonight," Michael rolled his eyes, but they quickly fell back to Luke, who was looking himself over in the long, standing mirror.

He was playing with the hem of his shirt, trying to decide if he should french tuck or not, "I said maybe bowling if Ashton was busy,"

"Which one is Ashton?"

Luke was sure Michael knew which one Ashton was, but he wasn't going to argue that right now, "the one that works for Sony,"

"The top?"

"Yes, Michael, the top,"

The other hummed, "Why aren't you seeing them together?"

"Because they agreed that I should get to know them both as individuals before we get serious," Luke rolled his eyes, deciding untucked was the way to go.

"You mean they both want a chance to fuck you on their own first,"

"I haven't had sex with either of them yet,"

"You're wearing your fuck me pants,"

"These aren't my fuck me pants; these are just pants; I wear these when you and I go out all the time,"

"You also always wear them on dates,"

Luke rolled his eyes, picking up his keys and ushering Michael to the door, "I don't understand why you're so against this; you've dated couples before,"

"All the guys you date are fucking duds, and now you're going to go for two at the same time? Yeah, that'll be fine,"

"Go home," Luke whined, pulling the door closed behind them.

It was Michael's turn to roll his eyes, "whatever, if you come home at a reasonable time, come over and watch a movie," he shrugged, pulling the door across the hall open. One of these days, he'd get Michael to start locking his door. His argument was, 'there are only two people who come up to this floor, and you're allowed in my apartment, so I don't care,'. Burglars were apparently non-existent in Michael's world.

Ashton, on the other hand, was very aware of the dangers of the city, which was why he was picking Luke up for their date... on his motorbike. He wasn't the first guy Luke had dated with a motorbike; he kind of had a thing for them. By the time he made it downstairs, he was sitting on his bike, helmet removed and phone in hand. Looking up as he heard Luke approaching and grinning.

"You look good; you sure you're alright on the bike?" he asked, getting off to open the seat and pull a helmet from within.

Luke nodded softly, "yeah, I've been on a bike a few times," he smiled. It wasn't that he was playing the delicate virgin, but he also hadn't really told Ashton and Calum how many guys he'd dated. It was embarrassing how many times he'd been ghosted in the past year. Michael wasn't exaggerating by saying that Luke dated duds. But he desperately wanted someone to curl up on the couch with and watch movies but also could have sex on the kitchen floor with. Guys weren't really all that opposed to fucking on the kitchen floor, but getting them to hang around for the movie afterwards? Challenging, to say the least.

Ashton seemed sweet though, and he'd already proven he could do the boyfriend stuff; he and Calum seemed comfortable; they'd have to be, to be ready for another partner. That being said, he hadn't lied when he'd said that they hadn't had sex yet. Apparently, there was a way the pair liked to do these things, which meant Luke had been going out with two gorgeous guys for weeks, without even a dry handjob outside his building to show for it.

He was strapping the helmet on, and Ashton was grinning, settling himself on the bike, ready for Luke to swing his leg over and hold on tight. Which he did, enjoying the warm body, even if it was through a leather jacket. He squeezed Ashton's waist as they leaned their way around a corner; guys with motorbikes liked that; that's why they didn't get the train or an Uber; they picked you up on the bike so they could feel you cling to them on the 'scary' corners. All the dating he'd done this year was starting to make him sound cynical.