baby, I'll show you the world [muke af]

New Orleans, Louisiana (Monday, July 8th, 2019)

New Orleans, Louisiana (Monday, July 8th, 2019)

The girls sat on a blanket in the corner of their dressing room, a few Barbie girls in front of them. They mimicked the voices they wanted for each doll as they played some type of game with each other.

Ashton was on his second nap of the day, his cheeks printed a red from his slumbers. Calum dug through his bags, packing up the needed gear for the night. He could hear the second act of the night on stage, slowing finishing their set with a pulsing beat.

"Hey, Ash, what shots haven't we got on this tour?" Calum asked. He bent over one of the cases, sliding his computer out of its pocket. He stood back up, calling his boyfriend's name again.

Cal turned around as his computer loaded up. His dark eyes caught sight of the slumbering bear. He closed his computer, not caring enough at the moment.

"Old," Calum said, poking Ashton's chest, "Old, old, old."

Ashton opened once eye, cranky from being awoken from his nap. "Hm?" He licked over his dry lips, inhaling deeply.

"You're old."

Ashton rolled onto his side, his nose deep in the couch cushions. "I am not," he grumbled. His arms were wrapped around himself, his fingers clutching onto his shirt.

"Then why are you taking a nap five minutes before Mike's on?" Calum asked. He kneeled next to his boyfriend, resting his chin on the slump of his curvy hips. "Do you wanna skip this show?"

Ashton shook his head, "No, just give me a minute."

"It's okay if you want to sleep. I know Baby Hood #3 is giving you a hard time," Calum placed his hands on the warm skin of Ash's stomach, running his fingers along the natural curve.

Ashton rolled back onto his back. He itched his nose before turning his head to look at the dark-haired boy. He blinked his eyes a few times, then raised one eyebrow. "I said give me one minute. That means give me sixty seconds to wake up. Okay?"

"Yikes, you're irritable."

"I'm not irritable!" Ashton yelled. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and counted to five. He sat up, his sock-clad feet hitting the dressing room floor. He rested the palm of his hands on his eyes. "I mean, I'm not irritable," he said quietly.

Calum him tossed him a pair of shoes. "We have to be out there in a minute. Help me chose lenses."

Michael pressed Luke lightly against the dressing room, his lips making their way in between Luke's. Their kiss was so slow, so filled with passion. They were in an entirely different universe when their bodies were pressed together.

Luke's hands rested under Michael's shirt on the space above his bum. He clutched the skin before rubbing a soothing circle under his waist band. Michael's hand was flat on the door behind Luke's head, his other toying with the cuff of Luke's teeshirt.

The two men were started by a loud, demanding knock on the door. "Gordon, on stage in thirty seconds!" His manager's voice echoed through the room.

Mike rolled his eyes before leaning back in, kissing Luke's neck.

The older blonde put his hands flat on his husband's chest. "You need to go."

Michael whined, "But you look so good tonight."

"Excuse you, I always look good." Luke stepped out of Mike's grip, unlocking the door and opening it wide for his partner.

"I love your confidence."

"I love me, too," Luke ushered him up the desolate stairways as he made his path to the Hoods room. He peaked his head in, Ash and Cal rushing out behind him. He slowly made his way to the girls, sitting on the blanket next to them.

"Daddy is mad at Dad again," Bella said.

Iv pushed her sister, "Don't tell people that!"
"Don't push me! Stop!" Bell scooted closer to Luke.

Ivona rolled her eyes.

"Stop means stop and no means no!"

It was going to be a really long night for Luke.

(a/n) i'm rewriting a bunch of the chapters i haven't published yet so it gets more interesting. there is no fucking plot line right now dammit. 

as of right now, no one really dies. so, chill.