The Punk & The Prude ☞ MUKE AF & little itty bit of Lashton

01 | New Boy

edited 06/12/18

THERE IS NO better way to start this book off other than explaining just how innocent Luke Robert Hemmings actually was. Then again, you've most likely heard different about the boy.

Growing up, Luke has always been different. He liked to wear short skirts and do his makeup, accessorize with pretty little flower crowns in his short hair, and to paint his nails colors ranging from bright, blood red to light, pastel blue. It was just who Luke was, and nobody really thought anything of it other than him just expressing who he was.

Not to mention the fact that the guy was practically sex on legs. From his gravity-defying hair that always seemed to lay perfectly on top of his head, to his jaw-dropping baby blue eyes. The boy himself was quite literally an exaggeration with the way he talked and cared for people. His heart of gold was only envy-worthy and his morals and goals all called for a picture-perfect ending.

Luke had a different attitude towards sexual intercourse than most people his age do. He didn't like meaningless and mindless intimate contact that his friends had raged on and on about because it was good enough for them. Luke wanted something real. He was a firm believer in true love and giving yourself to someone who you could completely trust with your everything. Hence, why he wore a pretty little purity ring on his finger. That's how he became known as the prude.

Everyone either wanted to be Luke or to fuck him, but the funny thing about him was that he didn't really act on the advances toward him.

Not that Luke minded the least bit. He liked the attention and the whispers as he walked down the high school hallways hand-in-hand with his overly popular, jock boyfriend Ashton Irwin and his other free arm linked at the elbows with his best friend, Barbara Pavlin, whom everyone settled on simply calling "Barb".

"I have weight class after this," Ashton spoke as his lips ghosted over Luke's own swollen pink lips. "I gotta go, Lukey."

"Can you please not have sex on my locker?" Barbara snorted. "Thanks." Ashton leaned back slightly so the two could breathe their own air, his hazel eyes focused completely on Luke's lips. The two had been dating for roughly six months and although they were both pretty hung-up on one another, Luke hadn't given up his virginity to him. There was a fantasy there - his first time - and every time the two would let things get too heated, he'd quickly toss Ashton off of him with a string of apologies.

So the two would just make out.

"Like Luke would let that happen," Niall, Barbara's boyfriend and Ashton's best friend, chuckled as he leaned against the locker next to her's. Luke and Ashton finally released one another from their grip, Luke fixing his skirt while Ashton just ran his hands through his hair. "He's too much of a prude."

"Not again," Luke groaned. He let out a sigh of annoyance as his eyes wandered up Ashton's body. Ashton was tall, much taller than Luke. He was a staggering 6 foot 2 inches and was built like a brick house with his muscles that were bulging through his black tee shirt as he fixed his curly hair with the slightest movements. Luke latently licked his lips and tasted the faint residue of his Cherry Chapstick.

"Niall!" Barbara playfully smacked his arm. "I thought we talked about you calling him that."

"Luke's not a prude," Ashton snapped back a retort. "He's sucked me off, like, eight times." One of his large hands trailed down Luke's side and the boy stifled his short-lived giggles into Ashton's neck.

"That's not an image I wanted in my head before I went to health." Barbara scrunched up her nose, scowling at Ashton. The boy just sent her a wink and Luke gripped Ashton's shirt in his hand.