Daddy // Lashton [DISCONT.]

7

Luke decided to sleep it off.

Yes, he cried himself to sleep but he still wanted to "sleep it off".

Though he dreamt of Ashton, and woke up to the thought of him.

His phone vibrated, receiving a call from no other than Ashton himself.

This time he finally decided to answer, trying to find light of this horrid situation.

"Hello." He said, trying not to sniffle.

"Luke! You answered! Okay listen-"

"No Ashton, I'm sorry okay."

"You should be."

"Excuse me?" Luke replied with sass. Luke was not a sassy person, but he was sure this wasn't his fault.

"You should be sorry, you made me worry half to death and made Catherine leave because she thinks I'm gay!"

Luke was fuming. This was anything but his problem.

"So your pinning this all on me? How is it my fault that I got upset seeing you make out with some whore on the couch after I had just woken up!?"

"Well how is it my fault that you have a huge crush on me! What am I supposed to do, just not like other people for your satisfaction? I'm not a fag, Luke!"

Luke started to release the held in tears, the warmth over coming his face as he let out a loud sob.

"Luke, I didn't mean-"

"I don't give a fuck what you meant Ashton!" Luke spat "Your a dick and I can't believe I even liked you in the first place!" he shook, releasing another sob.

"I like-" started a defeated Ashton.

"Oh go fuck yourself ashton, or get that whore to do it for you. Just forget about me, the stupid fag."

"I didnt mean-"

But Luke hung up anyways, he didn't want to hear Ashton's sorry excuses.

Falling to the ground, holding himself.

"I'm not a fag, Luke!" The words replay in his head.

He fell into another tear filled slumber, the horrible feeling of his lost best friend haunting him.
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Ashton was shaking on his bed, too tired to cry.

Luke doesn't like me, he's just confused. He repeated to himself over and over, as memorizing lines for a play.

Im not gay nor will I ever be and Luke has to deal with that.

With that, there was a knock on the door.

He ran to go open it with an expressionless face.

"I knew you'd change your mind, daddy." Catherine said, in her annoying high pitched voice.

"Yeah, im not gay."

"I know daddy, I'm sorry. Now lets take this upstairs." She winked and pulled him by his muscular bicep, to his room.

She pushed him on the bed, tearing off his skinny jeans and tattered muscle tee.

She attached her lips to Ashtons neck as he stared up at the ceiling.

She trailed her lips down his torso, as ashton thought one thing.

Luke.

And suddenly there was a tent in daddy's pants.

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