Highschool oneshot ooouuuu
A light glow glazed Ashton's features as he looked up from his phone, smiling at his boyfriend who was on the court, practicing for the upcoming basketball game on Friday. "Ohhh staring at Hemmings again? I see." Ashton looked over at the voice that was in his ear, rolling his eyes at his friend Michael who had just plopped down beside him.
"I was not staring." Ashton huffed, his gaze fanning back to the dimly lit screen in his hands. "Were too, you were definitely checking out his ass." Ashton scoffed, shaking his head. "If anything you were doing that."
"Why would i be staring at your man, when i have a single cuitepie named Calum hood that i need to kidnap, you're helping me by the way." Ashton chuckled at the glint in his best friend's eyes as he stared at the raven haired boy who was defensing some blonde kid at the moment.
"Sooo how's the sex life?" Ashton gasped, slapping Michael's arm. "We do not have a sex life." He whined. Michael scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Oh c'mon you guys have been dating for 3 months, your brother hates him to death, so i know you want to get back at that by screwing Hemmings."
"Don't speak of it." Ashton hit Michael repeatedly causing the bleach blonde boy to chuckle. "fine alright" Michael began to giggle but soon bit his lip, stifling it when he felt footsteps tramping up on the bleachers.
Ashton looked up, suddenly screeching when Luke picked him up with one arm, pressing a slobbery kiss to his cheek. "Hey cuitepie, What'cha doin?" Luke chuckled as Ashton pushed him away. "Ew you're sweaty, get off."
"Why? You don't like my liquid release." Ashton giggled, soon screaming when Luke rubbed his forehead on him. "ew stop!" "Hemmings! I said water break not boyfriend break." Luke turned around, waving to his coach before setting Ash to his feet.
"After practice, yea?" Ashton hummed, blushing when Luke pressed multiple kisses to his face. "See ya baby, see ya baby's friend." Luke smirked, waving to Michael causing the boy to blush and the blonde was soon trampling down the bleachers and back onto the court.
"He's sooo cute." Michael gushed, his hands covering his face. Ashton glared, shoving him. "Hands off, he's mine." Michael scoffed, "Chill i don't wanna screw your boy toy."
"Omg shut up!"
