Sex Metal Barbie // lashton

chapter thirteen

"Luke, stop."

"Why don't you come over here and make me." He challenged and the drummer felt his hand twitch at Luke's disobedience.

"Don't test me. I said stop."

"C'mon. If you really didn't want this, you would have taken this from me." He stuck his tongue out at him. Ashton, though he's never admit it, found it absolutely adorable. He wanted to fuck the smile off his face.

"I'll do more than just take that from you if you don't put it down." He threatened the boy. It didn't seem to work. He still didn't care.

Ashton winced when a flash went off and Luke laughed as he paraded around the room like he owned the place. He placed the photo with the others he had taken and then he raised it up to his eye one more time. The drummer was fed up.

The older blond's jaw clenched. "If you snap one more picture, you'll regret it." He warned once more.

"Will I?"

His lips tugged into a smirk as he watched Luke's finger hover over the button. "Most definitely."

Almost as soon as the flash went off, Ashton jumped off the couch and then yanked the camera from Luke's hands. He tossed it on the loveseat with the other polaroids and the taller boy met his gaze. There was that look, that confidence, that borderline arrogance. That something different than all his past relationships had.

He wanted to break down that defiance and leave him nothing but begging and desperate for him.

"What are you going to do to me," Luke started as he danced his fingers up Ashton's biceps. "- daddy?"

Ashton wrapped an arm around Luke's waist, pinning their bodies together and then raised his other hand to his shoulder. "The things I could do..." He trailed off. "The things I could make you do."

"Yeah? Like?"

He fisted his hand to keep from accidentally hurting him when he came to the sudden realization that Luke wasn't his. They weren't exclusive. He didn't know what Luke liked and Luke didn't really know what he liked. That was dangerous. What if he hurt him? What if he wasn't ready?

"Like?" Luke pushed and Ashton cleared his throat.

He let him go and Luke watched as he stepped back from him. "I um... I don't know." He apologized before running a hand through his hair and turning around.

He reached out for him and Ashton turned to look at him. "Do you like hurting people?" He asked and Ashton pursed his lips.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"What if I told you I wanted this fist, your fist, right here?" He tilted his head as he grabbed the older man's wrist. "What if I asked you to hold my neck so tight I turn blue?"

He wanted to. Something about the idea of hearing Luke's smart mouth absolutely silent, gasping for air and letting him completely have control made him feel fire in his stomach. And when Luke pushed his balled fist against his throat so tight he could feel his pulse through the vein, he almost did it. He's asking for it, literally. All he ever wanted to do was make whoever he was with feel good.

"I can't."

"You want too though, so what's stopping you?" He asked. "Why can't you if you want it and I want it?"

Ashton could hear the doubt in his voice. He wasn't second guessing himself. He was questioning his dominance, his ability to hold up his warnings and his edge of authority. He didn't think was strong enough to hold up the part he tries to play.

Ashton released his fist and then curled his long fingers around his throat almost in the way he wanted. He didn't squeeze. He was afraid. This has happened before and he doesn't know if he can handle it again. He can feel himself panicking inside as his blue eyes stared at him.

"You won't hurt me." Luke edged and Ashton's heart was hammering in his chest. Somehow that wasn't what he was afraid of at this very moment.

"Oh."

He guessed it. He was a smart man.

Luke set his hands on Ashton's chest. "I'm not gonna hurt you." He corrected himself. "I'm not like that."

Ashton knew better than trust a pretty boy with pretty words but a part of him didn't care. Not when the polaroids he took came out cute and not when this entire day they lounged around the house like boyfriends. Not when his neck felt so good in his hands and he was aching to remember what it felt like for Luke to crumble on his knees for him.

"You don't have to be cautious around me. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have by now." Luke insisted and Ashton tightened his grip around his neck. "I know the red, yellow, and green rule."

"Yeah?"

He nodded, and Ashton tightened his grip even more. "You've been naughty." He tsk'ed, hoping the heavy nerves would soon go away.

It didn't take long for Luke to be pleading him to touch him or for Ashton's worried conscious to disappear. His blue eyes were wet with salt water and his skin was shades of pink and red from a mix of heat, embarrassment, and pleasure. And the best part of it all was when Ashton took the polaroid camera and winked at the blond who whined when the lense pointed at him.

"Don't be so humble now. You love yourself. You know you want to see just what I see."

"You know, if you really don't want this, you could just take it out of my hands. C'mon."

Nothing was prettier to him than Luke sitting still with his hands willingly stretched behind his back and his throat in his hand as their hips slapped together. The moans that fell from his lips were pornographic almost, and the photos he took were definitely a work of absolute art. They definitely captured the raw looks of need and pleasure in Luke's features, and they definitely weren't to leave his bedroom.