Torn In Three | Malum, Muke, Mashton

Chapter Sixteen

-Michael's point of view-

As we sat in complete tranquillity lying naked on Luke's bedroom floor, I heard a faint knock come from the other side of the room.

"Are you guys in there? I've been alone for the past half hour" Ashton. God, that boy ruins everything.

I looked towards Luke and Calum and silently asked them what to do with my eyes - they only shrugged.

"I'm having a nap, Ash." Luke spoke, failing to move from my body. The door handle slowly turned: as time froze still, I paled as I felt like I was living a horror movie, in which the monster was about to attack us. But this was no horror movie; it was much worse.

Luke jumped from the floor and blocked the handle, stopping Ashton from entering. "Don't come in, I'm naked."

"I've seen you naked countless times," Ashton laughed. He finally managed to push his way through the door and stood facing a blushing and extremely naked Luke. "Looks like you had some fu-" Ashton stopped mid sentence as he turned around to face Calum still laying on the floor, equally naked, and confused. Meanwhile, I hid under Luke's bed out of Ashton's sight.

"Hi, Ashton."

"Why are you two naked and covered in God knows what?" I could now only hear the three boys, once again. Ashton's voice was full of pure shock.

None of the two could answer - how can you explain being naked covered in come along with your best friend?

"We-" Calum started, but was interrupted by a now, from what I could guess, furious Ashton.

"First Michael, now you two! Is this a game of 'who's better at betraying Ashton'? How stupid am I that I actually trusted you people-" Ashton's deep and thick voice bellowed throughout the entire hotel room, sending butterflies to my stomach. At this moment, I could only admire how provocative Ashton was being.

"I promise it's not what it looks like, Ash." Luke spoke calmly, but I could sense the anxiousness in his voice.

"Shut up. I'm sick of fake promises. You know, I really thought I had something with Michael. But, because of you two twats, my happiness was only brief and temporary. What makes it worse, you two go to each other instead of supporting me through this. You're practically as bad as Michael! Cheats."

"Don't you dare call me a cheat." Calum's voice rose now, his anger causing me to shake slightly. What's so bad about being called a cheat? I enjoy it.

"Well, that's what you are, right? Taking advantage of Luke here to get over some half-ass relationship with another cheater." Ashton's words were cruel, but what he didn't know was that I caused all of this upon Calum and Luke once again.

I'm just too scared to face Ashton again myself.

A loud crashing noise made its way into to my eardrums: I would recognise the sound of a guitar smashing any day. "Don't mess with my feelings or I'll mess with your stuff." Ashton growled.

"You know that Michael's gonna kill you-" Luke's words tore my heart in two. Not my guitar.

Without a second thought, and still naked, I jumped out from Luke's bed. "Why the hell would you break my guitar?" Tears brimmed in my eyes as I kneeled down and inspected the broken ruins of my favourite electric guitar. Ashton smashed it well; it was far from fixable due to all the little shards escaped to even the furthest corners of Luke's bedroom.

"What the hell are you doing here? Oh - makes sense. You started this entire thing with Luke and Calum didn't you? How am I not surprised," Ashton's eyes glimmered in the light of the celing lamp. If my own eyes weren't doing the same, I could have guessed Ashton's eyes were glassy from tears.

"I have no sympathy for you. Look what you did to my guitar!" I held up the biggest shard of plastic towards Ashton and held it as if it were a piece of dirt, which now in its state, could probably be considered as just that.

Ashton laughed at my self pity. "Not liking the feeling of surprise hurt?" Ashton bent his legs to get closer to me. "Awh, boo." He spoke sarcastically.

I glared at Ashton hard enough in hope it would magically fix my guitar, but to no avail. "You're going to pay"

"In money? No. From your revenge? I don't give a shit. Fuck every boy here in England - I. Don't. Care."

"Oh," I laughed slowly and sickly, "fucking more boys won't be my revenge to you Irwin."

**

Over the next week, Luke clung to me as a fly to sugar. I don't know what triggered him, but he had an enormous "thing" for badboys. The label badboy had a ring to it: I wouldn't complain if were labelled that by more people. Anyhow, it's better than "slut" or "jerk", of which I am, but still.

I had convinced the band's management to buy me a new guitar, to which they reluctantly agreed to, on the terms that I patch things up with Ashton. I agreed, but crossed my fingers. No matter how attractive that boy may be, he's not getting back into my good books.

"Mikey, kiss me. I want you" Luke slurred the last word. We were sat alone backstage before a gig, waiting to be called on stage.

"No. Can't be bothered." I replied, failing to look up from my phone. The truth was, clingy Luke was beginning to annoy me.

"But-" Luke's voice was cut off by the sound of Ashton harmonising through the corridors, sending a shiver to run down my spine. I mentally punished myself for that. The noises were getting closer to our room, so I decided I wanted a reaction from Ashton.

I pulled the collar of Luke's red plaid shirt and attacked his lips: he instantly kissed back, more than happy to taste my mouth for the fifth time that day. I moaned into the kiss, earning a smile from Luke. My lips knew Luke's perfectly, so I knew the right moves to accomplish the most pleasure from the boy: without warning, I pushed my tongue into his mouth and swirled it around, exploring. Meanwhile, my right hand cupped the back of Luke's neck so that I could push myself deeper - which worked. My tongue glided down his throat, causing Luke to gag. He quickly got used to it. Luke finally responded to my actions as he moaned during the right moments and allowed me to be dominant over his mouth. Our fun was only ceased by the sound of Ashton's voice.

"It would be appreciated if you weren't eating each other every time I walked in on you."

"We don't want your appreciation." I replied. Luke bowed his head down, as if in shame.

"Don't put words into Luke's mouth. He's a big boy."

"I'll do what I want, he's mine. Aren't you Luke?" I spoke as I discretely pinched his bottom, smiling when he blushed and nodded.

"Just wait until Michael moves onto some other sad lad, then you'll be all alone again" Ashton put his thumbs up and sarcastically smiled towards Luke, causing a frown to appear on his face again. Ever since Ashton caught us all naked, Luke had tried his best at avoiding all communication with Ashton.

Perfectly timed, a member of management called out to tell us to go on stage. Finally: time to let my plan for revenge on Ashton unravel.