✔︎Ballerina Boy ❥ ot4

❥twenty-one❥

❥Twenty-One❥

I've got your ripped skinny jeans lying on the floor
And I know now, that I'm so down
You look so perfect standing there
In my American Apparel underwear
And I know now, that I'm so down

Ashton was fucking beautiful, Michael decided. The green-haired boy happily told his... boyfriend? Promise ring wearing not-boyfriend? "You're stunning," he said fondly, as he, Calum, and Luke gazed lovingly at the ballerina. The four boys were walking and talking as they made their way to the incredibly lavish restaurant.

As he walked, evening sunshine settled upon the boy's lithe frame. A silver choker glittered around Ashton's swan-like neck, and light bounced as the ballerina gesticulated. He'd donned an assortment of rings, though the promise ring was still the centrepiece of it all. Michael couldn't tear his eyes from Ashton's mouth as the boy spoke, shimmery, bluish lip gloss making his lips look like two enchanted pools.

"I love Paris," Ashton murmured blissfully, temporarily slipping his hands out of Calum and Luke's gentle grip. The ballerina spun on his white high heels, long eyelashes fluttering. Magic seemed to fill the air, and Michael couldn't tell whether it was because of Ashton's elation or if it was merely the mood of Paris.

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"This place is amazing." Luke worried Ashton would get whiplash from the way he was darting and craning his head to look around at the gargantuan restaurant. The floors were a thin yet incredibly soft carpeting, and soft lighting bathed the lavish restaurant.

A hostess clad in a black uniform led the boys into an outdoor seating area, placing them at a candlelit table. Space heaters created the illusion that they were still inside, and Luke watched fondly as Ashton shivered as if he was shaking off the clinging cold from outside.

Luke sat down at their table, across from Ashton and next to Calum and Michael. Ashton's tanned face seemed to glow in the light of the candle, his hazel eyes lighting up with green undertones. Luke found himself comparing it to spring in a country with changing seasons; brilliant emerald popping up in the sea of brown. The artist gazed at the reflection of the candle's flame in Ashton's eyes. It was like the sunlight beaming down on a collection of new plants, coaxing them up and out of the earth.

Dinner passed with a strange quickness. Maybe it was because Luke was in the company of his absolute favourite people, or maybe it was the anticipation for what was going to happen at the end of the night. As soon as their dessert plates had been taken away and the table was cleared, Luke made his move. He made quick eye contact with Calum and then Michael, nodding slightly, before speaking.

"Ash," he said, using a voice that was soft without being excessively careful, and maintaining a comfortable volume that was heard without strain.

Ashton looked at Luke with an ineffable look in his eyes. "Be our boyfriend? Officially?" It wasn't the most eloquent or beautiful way of asking, coupled with the fact that it was practically an implied yes, with the boys being promised to one another. Even so, an expression of pure emotion filled Ashton's face—all positive.

"Without a doubt," he said, grinning brilliantly.

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Ashton gasped softly into Calum's mouth as the Maori boy kissed him. Luke was pressing soft kisses against his neck, and pulling gently at the collar of Ashton's dress to drag his lips across the skin there. Michael nipped and kissed and sucked hickeys onto Ashton's thighs. One of Calum's hands was loosely tangled in Michael's hair, whilst the other was gently placed on Ashton's shoulder. Luke occasionally dropped a soft kiss on Calum's fingers.