Innocence: Lost

Chapter Twenty-Four

With the fall upon them, the two naive lovebirds sang the song of the closing summer. Their hearts were shielded by their lies, and their love was sealed with fiery kisses. Every evening, Ashton would sneak through the window to see his Luke. Luke would jump into his arms and push the hair out of his eyes.

They would continue their oblivious game until daybreak.

Luke lied in Ashton's jacket and Ashton's jacket alone. The zipper chafed his skin and left a pleasant, little red mark across his bare thighs and tummy. He was heaving, as Ashton was between his legs. The older man had bitten and sucked lovemarks into Luke's skin. The pitch black, midnight light did not do the red upon Luke's face any justice.

His breath was uneven. He was moaning into the rose-covered duvet, and his hair was falling all around him. Luke tasted like a honeysuckle, according to Ashton. And the two of them would know a lot about honeysuckles, considering they spent many a day underneath a branch covered in the sweet flower.

One evening, Luke was sat in Ashton's lap. He plucked one of the yellowy, cream-colored flowers and pulled the stem from the end. Only a single drop of nectar slipped from the flower, but Luke placed the drop on Ashton's tongue and kissed him to his heart's desire. They had sex in that spot, and it was one of Ashton's favorite memories.

"Right there," Luke whimpered. Ashton shook his head with an evil grin. His rough hands caressed the angelic skin beneath him.  As they always did, Ashton's hands did what his words could not to do. And that was taking care of Luke.

Ashton wrapped his lips around Luke's small tip, licking off the precum like it were the honeysuckle nectar all over again. The pair had to be quiet. They had been walking a tight rope not to be caught. Ashton was surprised they had been successful.

Luke was falling from his warm cloud, heaven-like home. He loved being under Ashton's tongue.

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The two were together. A summer fling. Nothing could come between them. Ashton's heart throbbed to think he was so much more to Luke than just a fling.

He wish he could've told him he loved him. Because, in a way, loving Luke was just natural. It felt real to be in love with the beautiful blonde boy, but then Ashton remembered who Luke was. Who he was.

He couldn't take Luke to Sunday brunch. He couldn't order him a four-course, French meal. He couldn't kiss him on the cheek at dinner with his family. Ashton was so much less than Luke. To tell him he loved him was the most difficult task he would've ever faced. He didn't want things to move quickly. He liked where they were together.

Luke liked it too. He liked being touchy-feely. He liked blushing at compliments, and he most certainly loved Ashton. Ashton was a dream come true. Every moment spent was like a romance novel Luke had read before.

Sweaty palms, ankles tangled up together, and the sound of a porch swing creaking were the sounds of a happy afternoon for the pair.

"You always wear pearls?" Ashton pulled on the necklace a little. Luke blushed and pushed his hand away.

"They're elegant," Luke blinked.

"Not as elegant as you," Ashton pressed his lips to Luke's nose. It twitched like a bunny's.

"I guess that's why I like them. We're both expensive and elegant," He teased the older boy. Ashton denim's jacket was thrown over the back of the swing. He admired the little ring on Luke's delicate hand.

"But this, this ring. It's your favorite jewelry, right?" Ashton chastised.

"Of course," Luke threw his legs in Ashton's lap. His white dress caught on his thigh.

Ashton admired the bruises he made on Luke's body.

"Mmm," He hummed, "You're perfect."

Luke's innocent eyes were shiny. He bit down on his lip.

"Ashy,"  He purred.

"Baby," Ashton teased.

"Stop making me blush," Luke whined.

"Stop whining and making me hard," Ashton answered.

"You'd get that way if I breathed too heavy," Luke rolled his eyes fondly.

"Too true, angel. Too true," Ashton rocked the swing more, making Luke's body lean into his.

He liked when Luke gave it back to him. He'd never seen the sassy side of the blonde boy. It was so playful, but Luke still remained innocent. Ashton knew Luke would be the death of him. It was proven by little moments like this.

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"I have to go back to work in the fall," Ashton told the small boy.

Luke looked up from Ashton's chest.

"You've never told me what you do," Luke furrowed his brows.

Ashton wanted to tell the angel in his arms every last detail about himself. He wanted to breakdown and be honest. Each time he got close, he failed. This was no exception.

"Lots of things," Ashton shrugged.

"Like..." Luke tried.

"I fix cars, sometimes. I can't fix damage from wrecks, but I know car parts inside and out," Ashton provided the simple answer. It was not a lie, but it was not the whole truth.

"Hmm, when can we hang out at your house? My house is very dangerous, you know. I'm surprised we haven't been caught, yet," Luke thankfully changed the subject.

"Lu, I don't...know..." Ashton spoke distantly. He let his eyes gloss over the windows of Luke's house. He furrowed his brows when he noticed a rustling of curtains.

"What?" Luke worried.

"Is someone at your house?"