Pretty Boys // cashton + muke \\

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Chapter 14 (edited May 2021)

Warnings: hurtful language; slut shaming; angst. This chapter hurt to re-read lol

Luke hummed as he walked into the kitchen. He pulled the oven door open and checked on the lasagna baking inside. He closed the door again and checked the timer he had going on the counter. He sipped on a glass of red berry merlot as he walked over to the table and grabbed the lighter. He lit the three candle sticks on the table, setting an unopened bottle of wine and a small platter of stuffed mushrooms on the cloth he had draped over it for the night.

As Luke was walking back to the living room, his phone started ringing on the counter, the name Noah Heart flashing on the screen. Luke smiled, sliding the green button up and placing the phone at his ear.

"Hey Noah," Luke answered in a sweet tone, smiling down at floor. He heard a bit of shuffling, a woman's voice fading from the background, his smile faltering

"Hey, look I don't think I'll be able to make it tonight-"

'Honey, who are you talking to?'

'Just a client sweetheart, I'll be right there' Luke frowned, as he turned the heat off on the oven.

"Who was that?" Luke asked, his stomach clenching.

"Yeah, uh, that was, that was my wife," the man stuttered. Luke's heart dropped, his lips pursing.

"You weren't interested in me at all were you?" Luke asked softly.

"Look, I'm sorry, maybe we can reschedule for sometime next week. She'll be out of town then so I'll be free to go over then. Or maybe we can just get a hotel or whatever," The man said, a distasteful eye roll evident in his tone. Luke laughed sarcastically, pausing to chug the rest of his wine.

"Or maybe you can stop being a fucking douchebag. You have a wife and you were about to go on a date with me?" Luke seethed.

"Wait a minute, you thought this was actually a date?" The man laughed. Luke shook his head, his body filling with the heat of anger.

"Right, my mistake for thinking another man would actually be interested in me. You get back to your wife now Noah, tell her I said she's married to a fucking dick!" Luke angrily yelled before hanging up the phone, huffing as he slammed it down on to the counter. The blonde walked to the table and grabbed the bottle of wine, angrily ripping the cork out and taking a large swig.

Luke stared at the kitchen, the candles dripping wax onto the metal holdings. A blank expression fell upon his face as he took another long swig of the wine. Luke swiped at the base of the three candles, watching them fly across the room and hit the wall in a mess of wax, the flames going out. He grabbed the plate of stuffed mushrooms and threw it at the wall, listening to the clatter of glass as he chugged at the wine.

He made an unsatisfied noise as he placed the wine bottle down and moved to the liquor cabinet, rummaging through it and almost dropping everything inside. When the green bottle of absinthe came into Luke's line of vision, he snatched it out of the cabinet and pulled the top off with a smirk. He took a long, slow swig, cringing terribly at the taste.

Luke grabbed the pan of lasagna from the oven and a fork from the drawer and carried it into the living room. He sat on the floor and took another swig of the absinthe. He scrambled up slowly from the floor and walked to the kitchen, grabbing his phone off of the counter. He went back to the living room and turned the stereo on, Metallica blasting through the house. He sat back down on the floor and ate his dinner, lolling his head from side to side as he ate and drank, incoherently mumbling.