Lashton One Shots

You're worth the wait

Luke tried his very best to avoid his reflection in the mirror as he leaned onto the bathroom sink. He didn't need to see his cheeks flushed, his eyes wide open and shifting uncontrollably, his chest rising and falling to a rapid beat. The sound of his heart racing resonating in his ears was enough.

He exhaled, shakily, fogging up the glass in the process. He wept it away with his sleeve, coming face to face with himself and sadly confirming his earlier suspicions about his appearance.

'You can do this' repeated in his head, a constant maelstrom. If he said it enough times he'd maybe be able to trick his brain into believing it.

He tugged at the collar of his flannel, it felt constricting around his neck. He popped the top few buttons open to try and relief the feeling of being suffocated but it was to no avail. He ran a hand through his hair, which was still slightly damp from his shower, and put a few stubborn hairs back into place.

Luke took one final deep breath, wiped his clammy palms on his jeans, and walked out of his bathroom. He was met by Ashton, sprawled out on Luke's bed, aimlessly browsing through his phone. Still in the exact same position Luke had left him when he went to take a shower.

The minute Ashton's eyes landed on Luke they turned from bored to worried.
"What's wrong?"

Luke inhaled a shaky breath. Oxygen got stuck inside his throat, unable to reach his lungs through the barrier of nerves. He summoned a smile onto his face."I'm ready."

Ashton's face scrunched up in confusion, "Ready to go?"

Luke shook his head, he couldn't trust his brain to form any more words because it refused to function completely, leaving him feeling like a fish stranded on dry land. He motioned towards the bed, then Ashton and then himself hoping that'd work.

Ashton's face cleared up momentarily before becoming void of emotions, "Oh, you mean..."

Luke nodded fervently, starting to wonder who he was trying to convince, "Yeah," His voice sounded hoarse, he tried swallowing to relieve the tension.

Ashton frowned, "Are you sure? I thought we were gonna see a movie?"

Ashton's confusion would've been endearing to Luke if this was any other situation, right now though he felt like any hesitation from Ashton was a life boat passing by, he was drowning, and didn't know how long he could hold off rescue.
Luke nodded, not trusting his voice anymore.

He'd managed to convince himself he was ready. Some nerves were to be expected and he'd just have to power through. Anything else, not going through with this, failing Ashton, was unthinkable.

His stomach did triple backflips when Ashton stood up and walked over to him. He told himself that was a completely normal reaction, his stomach always got a bit upset when Ashton was around.

Luke had to do this. If the rumours were anything to go by he hardly Ashton's first, and here he was, a 17 year old virgin, and maybe Ashton had never flat out said it but Luke was convinced he was boring the hell out of the older man, scared shitless at the mere thought of taking things to the next level.

This was Ashton, and Luke wanted to be with Ashton, and if being with Ashton meant losing his virginity so be it. He wasn't going to lose him over something as stupid as this.

Ashton placed a hand on Luke's hip, effectively startling him out of his musings, "Hey," He whispered, "It's just me."

Luke smiled at him, the knots in his chest loosening because it was Ashton, and they'd kissed before, and they'd cuddled before and maybe a little more. He should be used to Ashton touching him but now, it just felt alien, the gentleness Ashton's hands carried, how careful he was, as if Luke would break if he pushed or pulled too hard.