✔︎Ballerina Boy ❥ ot4

❥eighteen❥

❥Eighteen❥

a/n reminder that thongs are the same as flip-flops in aus. c:

"Mm," Calum moaned, shutting his eyes and tossing his head back as he swallowed. "God, Ash, you're so good," he murmured, following up with another assortment of sexual sounds.

"Oh my god, shut up," Michael chuckled, gently thwacking the back of his boyfriend's head. "He didn't suck your dick, he made coffee," he tacked on. Luke giggled as he sipped from his own hotel mug. The blonde boy was stood by the small breakfast bar in the tiny hotel room kitchen, leaning comfortably against it.

"It is good coffee though," he offered, leaning across the bar to gently kiss Ashton's shoulder. The ballerina was sat on the marble top of the breakfast bar, his long legs swinging. His hair hung in messy curls, and the boy wore an oversized purple sweater with hints of red thread knitted into the fabric. Michael, Calum, and Luke had convinced him to disregard pants, leaving the boy in just purple satin panties and knee-high socks. Tortoiseshell glasses were continuously sliding down his nose as he spoke.

"It's rich hotel coffee," Ashton said, giggling as Calum released another overly sexual groan. The footballer stood from where he was sat on a barstool, flexing his wrist absentmindedly. He placed his cup in the sink, licking his lips dramatically and winking at Ashton.

"Go get dressed," Michael said, dipping his finger in the remainder of his drink and flicking the warm liquid at Calum. "We're going to the Louvre in half an hour."

"Is it Louvre," Luke started, over-pronouncing the R, "or Louvre?" He pronounced it like loov the second time.

"It's leviosa, not leviosa," Calum said, who had ignored Michael's instructions.

"Maybe it's Maybelline," Ashton quipped. He drank the last of his coffee in a single gulp, licking his lips afterwards and gracefully sliding to his feet. After dropping it in the sink, the lanky teenager walked towards where his suitcase was opened on the floor. Luke, Calum, and Michael's were all in similar states, even though they were in Ashton's hotel room. The three younger boys had all decided not to acknowledge their own rooms, and instead chose to squeeze into Ashton's bed with him the night before.

"It's still cold out," Michael reminded as the boys started getting dressed. Luke tossed his thongs to the side at the same time as Calum dropped his basketball shorts. Luke grabbed a pair of Converse, and Calum held up two pairs of similar black jeans, trying to figure out which was his and which belonged to one of the other boys. He eventually chose the slightly larger pair, shrugging carelessly. Sliding out of his sweatpants was an easy task, taking Calum all of a few seconds. Getting into what may or may not have been his jeans, on the other hand, was much more troublesome. After the tight pants were halfway up his thighs, Calum realised they actually belonged to Luke. Therefore, they were longer than necessary and much too tight around the footballer's muscled legs. Even so, Calum stubbornly continued to yank them on.

By the time he was dressed, clad in the compressive jeans and a black top, his companions were already putting their shoes and coats on. Ashton wore black jeans with the cuffs rolled up, along with a yellow sweater and matching Vans. His curls had been tamed, and the boy had replaced his adorable glasses with his usual contacts. Michael was sliding into a red leather jacket when Calum looked up, and the green-haired boy wore a faded black shirt underneath. His jeans were tucked into a loose pair of combat boots.

"Babe, hurry up," Luke said, his voice quaking as he bounced around in an attempt to tie his shoelaces without sitting down. He wore Converse, black skinnies, and a green shirt under a monochrome flannel. Calum nodded, grabbing a loose pair of high tops and a black coat. The Maori boy stumbled towards the door, grabbing Ashton's shoulder to steady himself as he finished getting his shoes on.

"Why don't you two ever, I don't know, crouch down?" Michael asked as Calum finally stood on his own, only to have Luke stumble sideways. Ashton automatically grabbed his shoulder, holding the lanky boy upright as he finished tying his ratty shoelaces.

"Too far down," Luke said. "We're both taller than six feet."

Calum nodded. "I'll get on my knees for you, though," he offered, winking and waggling his eyebrows. Ashton giggled, whilst Michael gently smacked his boyfriend's head of raven-coloured hair. "Hey," Calum whined. "You love me," he added, grabbing Michael in a loose headlock and ruffling his carefully styled hair. Michael head-butted Calum's muscular torso in response.

When Michael was released from his boyfriend's arms, the four boys left the hotel room and headed down towards the lobby. Ashton led the way, with Michael and Calum holding his hands, and Luke gently holding onto his shoulders. They managed to walk like that until they joined the rest of the AAG students, who filled the lobby with not only their bodies but their voices. Conversations and laughter bounced off the high ceilings and echoed throughout the space.

"Hey!" A screaming teacher's voice echoed even louder as she strolled to the front of the crowd. "We'll be splitting into groups to tour the Louvre," she said, after waiting for the chatter to cease. "If your parents signed the extra independence permission slip I want you to go to Monsieur Girad. Everyone else pick a partner and line up, I'll separate you into groups."

"VIP, baby," Michael said, kissing Ashton's cheek as the four boys manoeuvred through the crowd towards Monsieur Girad.

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"Welcome to the Louvre!" Monsieur Girad crowed. "If you speak French and you have a phone, then you can tour with a partner or group. Stick together and go to the meeting place at noon. Do not be late!" A few of the kids in the group stayed with the teacher, whilst the rest immediately partnered up and disappeared into the massive crowd. Ashton, Michael, Luke, and Calum were amongst them, all linking hands and walking through the masses of tourists.

They towered above the crowd, easily finding their way to the gargantuan fountain. Luke dipped his hand into the cold water, chuckling and flicking it at the other three boys. A beefy security guard walked over, gruffly asking them not to touch to the fountain. Ashton blushed and nodded, apologising with a friendly smile.

            It was his innocent charm that ended up saving the four boys from being kicked out as they continued their tour. Luke was the only one of the four who could actually see the artistic talent in the paintings, and he happily went into the history behind many of the pieces with tourists. Thinking he was a tour guide, they cheerily handed him money with crinkled faces of confusion as they attempted to understand the non-American money. That caused an official tour guide to yell at the artist in rapid-fire French. Ashton calmed the man down with a soft smile and apology, charming him with his vast understanding of the French language. Calum accidentally cursed multiple times, or spoke with excessive volume, and Ashton had to assuage a horrified mother with his natural vibes of goodness and his kind smile. Michael didn't get yelled at by anyone, but he did have to hide his laughter in Ashton's shoulder whilst the ballerina was charming all sorts of people with ease.

            By the time noon rolled around, and the four boys were on their way to meet with Monsieur Girad, Ashton had a people spouting goodbyes at him in more than three different languages.

            "You're what we've been looking for all our lives," Calum said dramatically as they walked.

a/n guess who had two tests today then went to the movies in pjs but forgot money and had no popcorn