Double-Crossed (An Irwin Twins fanfic)

Random fluffy one-shot so you don't die

OH YEAH GUYS HERE'S A LIL TREAT I WROTE A V FLUFFY LASHTON ONESHOT TODAY BECAUSE I WAS BORED AND ASHTON IS THE SUN AND LUKE AGREES

SO I THOUGHT I'D TREAT YOU GUYS WITH SOME FLUFFY RELIEF FROM ALL THE ANGST AND SADNESS OF THE STORY SO I'M GONNA POST IT HERE

 

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I JUST THOUGHT YA'LL DESERVE SOME FLUFF AFTER ALL THE SHIT I'M MAKING YOU READ...

HERE IT ISSSSSS

1:00pm. This warm, fragrant hour and they were wasting their time inside. Although it wasn’t really a waste, because that's all they wanted - the time served as an interval between venturing out into the public and preparing for tonight's show. They just wanted to kill time, and if spending it inside on their phones was more enjoyable than the summer-like weather and bustling streets of Melbourne, then so be it.

A welcome quiet had settled on the carpet of the room. It wasn't often Luke and Ashton were left alone in the hotel; Calum and Michael had opted to face whatever fans they would run into and find some food in town. They lay spread across their beds, just soaking in each other's silence.

Luke threw down his phone, stretched his long limbs and felt any strain in his muscles evaporate. The tour was nearly over, and while he needed a damn good rest, it felt all too soon for it to draw to a close. He blamed it on the months: the year trudges along as tediously as it likes, and then October comes and bam - the days rush past.

Lying on his stomach, he turned his head on his folded arms to look at Ashton. Yep, still tweeting. It was kind of intriguing how absorbed he could get in the app - although, Luke supposed, it was connecting them to millions of fans around the world wanting to talk to them. Still, Ashton's gaze at his phone was so steady it was as if it was his long lost love - or something along those lines, anyway.

Ashton waggled his legs which were sticking off the bed - he was splayed across horizontally, facing Luke and on his front. He should really stop wearing black muscle tanks before Luke started, like, feeling up his arms or something, because it wasn't fair how good he looked in them. He swears he’s even caught Niall checking Ashton's arms out once. Luke hoped it wasn’t as obvious when he's found himself staring. It's totally platonic, he always reassured himself, No shame in admiring a friend’s biceps.

Ashton looked up at him through his eyelashes. His hazel eyes and mussed up hair were probably the best thing since blue jeans and…no, wait, what was the combination? Chocolate and...?

"Yes, Lukey boy?" Ashton's dimples flashed up to say hello, gone on vacation for too long (3 minute vacation, eh, still) and Luke is unwillingly reminded of a teddy bear. He smiled back, because really, was there even a choice?

"Mhm. I just feel nice and comfy." To make a point that didn't need proving, he shimmied amongst the mess of blankets and sun-warmed pillows.

Ashton gave a giggle. "I can see that." After what seemed to be contemplation, he added, “Enjoying our manly bonding session?" He grinned wider and his eyes were doing that dancing thing Luke liked to believe only he could bring. Okay, him and Ashton's drums. And concerts (okay, maybe his eyes did light up whenever he laughed or grinned, but this was Luke's sparkle, nothing could take that belief away from him).