Battle of the Bands

03.

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"Ayeeeeee, Mikey!" Cole shouts over the pounding music.

"Hi, Cole. How are you?" Michael smiles an overly friendly smile, lacing his hand with Luke's.

"Horny," the tattooed boy winks at Chase and steps uncomfortably close to him.

"Alright," Luke called, taking Cole by the arm, "Let's get you home and into bed before you fuck the goddamn bar."

Just as Luke finished pushing through the crowd dancing and overly drunk people, Luke's collides with someone else, who is a few inches shorter than him.

Luke's icy blue eyes looks up to find Ashton had hit his chest, "Sorry, mate," Ashton apologizes with two beers in his large hands.

"It's alright," The blonde replies with a huff of air, beginning to walk off with Cole, but Ashton stops him by grasping his arm and says, "What if your boys and mine had a break from hating each other and maybe share some drinks?"

"YES!" Cole shouts making Ashton chuckle and Luke glare at him.

"Okay, fine, but tell your band and I'll tell mine," Luke starts to stride off, but he turns around and says, "Oh, and take Cole with you while I get my band." Ashton nods, hands the brunette a beer and leads him to their booth.

"Excited to see Eric?" Ashton asks, leading Cole though dancing people to a booth back against a wall of the bar. A good view to see how stupid other people are.

Giggling like a mad man because he chugged the beer, Cole says, "Imma fuck him so hard," In response, Ashton chuckles, "Eric always told us you where the bottom."

"He's just a good liar, like the time he said that he starts everything, nope I do!" With a loud giggle from Ashton, they arrived at their booth. immediately Eric's red eyes lock like Cole, "Hi, booo!" Cole slurs, sliding onto Eric's lap. Rolling his hips, Eric's gets frustrated with the skinny boy on his waits and jumps out of the booth with Cole attached to his waist. We know where they are going.

......

"Alright, fine. But, Luke, you gotta behave yourself. You know how you are when you get wasted," Mikey reminds his blond. Kissing the top of his boyfriend's head, Luke smiles, "I will Mikey. You're here because you love me and you care about me," With a smug grin of his silly face, the older boy laughs, "Okay, let's go."

....

"Really, Ash? You had to?" Calum whines, pulling Ashton's long, strong arm. Smiling at his boyfriends silliness, Ashton hooks an arm around Calum's waist while saying, "It's gonna be good for us. I won't let you out of my sight, because I know what your like," The eldest chuckles at the end of his remark.

....

"Lucifer," Calum says with an unhappy tone, "Calum," Luke's sneers, crossing his toned arms across his strong chest.

"Alright, alright," Michael steps in, placing on hand on his boyfriend chest and the other close to Calum's, but not touching, "This is only gonna work if you two aren't fighting. 'Ya got that?" He yells over the music.

Calum rolls his eyes and Luke, of course, pulls Michael by his 'Harley Davidson' t-shit and slams their lips together.

Again, Calum rolls his beautiful eyes, striding off this his beautiful boyfriend. Passing all the couples kissing and grinding on each other make him jealous, horny and sad all at the the same time.

"Can we go, Ash?" Cal whine, kissing his temple. Loosely hanging his toned arm around his hip, Ashton slips his drink and passes it to his boyfriend, "Try it. It's good," taking a sip, his lips curve into a slim smirk.