deep end ◈ swimmer!luke

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[a/n broad fuckingg naked ass luke post shower this chap, get ready 💦💦]

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9 monthes later

Back muscles pulstating, contorting, throbbing, going numb as long limbs cut into the water feverishly in strides. Despite heaving chest and sore abdominals, his rhythm is steady as below a world of blue beholds through tinted goggles, calming his mind as he carries through with turn and take off, feet pushing off the tiled edge of the pool, bursting forward in such fluid motion it puts poseiden to shame.

Losing himself in his dogma, erupting lunges serve as fire beneath wings, or figmented fins in his case, pushing him through the final meters with eventual awakening to the world beyond the pool's breach. Airways opening and taking in labouriously thankful breathes, the high he loves takes over as he feels exuberance courses through his veins, runs down his spine, wraps it's hold around every ligment.

Broad shoulders strong and obliging hoisment out of the water, the familiar kissing of cool air to skin flushed with fatigue brings on a haze that he tells himself is the closest to pure nirvana he's ever felt, although it's the same euphoric magnitude that keeps him coming back night after night.

The clock on the far end of the dimly lit aquatic center read 3:57 am, a time that the faint of heart found themselves still snuggled up in their beds, succumbed in spells of unconsciousness, but for Luke Hemmings, that was when life began.

Wet marks embellishing the concrete deck, pulling off his black swim cap and shifting off googles that surely left imprints on his face, these uncomfortable sensations were second nature to him after all these years and he'd be lying if he said they didn't possess a strange sort of endearment.

Lean muscles tensing as lengthy strides led him to the showers, the familiar atmosphere of emptiness in the quiant locker room caused a slight smile to curve across slightly chapped lips, dimples feigning in the hollows of his cheeks.

Over the past months, loneliness had joined the short list of things that made the boy happy, or at least to an extent. Snatching shampoo from his gym bag, the padding of feet and humming of an old Smiths' song under his breath soon was overwhelmed with the beating down of the shower's pulsations. Muscles loosening, fingers lathering soap through knotted locks, hot water beat down leaving his usually pale skin beautifully raw.

Forehead pressed againist the wall, his mind hyperfocused on the simple things; the patterns in which the shower current flowed down his vertebrae, the way heat oozed over his body, settling in like a blanket of steam and condensation, only to be wicked away with the slightest singular movement.

Fleeting seconds seamlessly slipped by and with them the water's dissapation from comfort, the temperature's dropping causing his bliss' evanescence. With a sigh, broad hand turned the knob, watching the strong flow dispend to nothing but a lingering drip by the time he slacked a towel around his neck and made his way out of the damp space.

Swiping away the wettness still clad to his skin, once dry, a careless toss left the towel in a nearby laundry bin, it's frayed ends hanging off the edge only to be swiftly kicked into place. Fingertips settling on the elastic waist band of his swim shorts, past his hips to the floor the wet fabric settled at his ankles before stepping out and into a fresh pair of boxer briefs.

Eyes catching the mirror, reluctant glances jaded his body, the scars along his waist and back hinting at the recurrurent feeling of smoke swallowing him whole, just like on that day.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

Back turned and body tensed, wriggling into skinny jeans and throwing on a black henley, he ties his shoes and has his bag slung over shoulder just as the hallway door swings open. Boyish laughs and chortled curses all too recognizable bounce off the walls, entrapping the lanky blond with little warning as his- or what was his team filters in for practice. Slipping out the side door unseen, the voices fade, the long empty corridor's only sound being the squeak of beat up vans againist linolium.

"Hey! Hey dude, Luke buddy! Wait up, you forgot-", turning on his heals, the grimace firmly held across his features softens at the sight of the curly haired boy coming his way, Ash. Earnest eyes and awkward smile spread, blue eyes flicker down to the beat up iphone held out for him expectantly. Taking in a deep breath, their eyes connect, hazel eyes lighting up while the taller boy's own shone cold. "you, um, forgot your phone."

Snatching it from grasp with a mumbled 'thank you', he goes to continue on his way when warmth hits his shoulder in the form of the shorter boy's hand, causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand up stiffly on contact. "Don't touch me."

In an instant, the grip released and arm jetted back, Ashton's eyebrows furrowing and cheesy grin faultering as the cool tone stings a gaping hole through him. "Jesus, Luke, come on. You act like we're strangers."

"We might as well be.", defeated sigh seeping out between taut lips, an expectant look is met with nothing but an eye roll as the peaved boy stalks of, not bothering to give a second glance.

"You can't avoid me forever, Luke; and you can't avoid it either-"

"Watch me, Ash-hole", earning a scoff as the boy in all black throws his middle finger in the air. Shaking his head momentarily as his bitter friend (if he can even call him that at this point) turns the corner, the brunette makes his way back to the changers, while music impermably soothes the savage beast, the ferociously odd mind of Luke Hemmings.

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a/n

first chap is up mothafuckas nothing (but homework, veggie burgers, roman holiday, wrapped around your finger, my mom, michael clifford's collarbones, luke's broad ass surfboard shoulders,ect..) can stop me now

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