Flatmates

It's all downhill from here

Hello!
New chapter, i was expecting to fit much more stuff in this one! I'm sorry.
Hope you'll still like it. 

          Luke and Ashton were laying each on a sofa on the roof top, enjoying what seemed like the last Sunday which would allow it. It was late afternoon and as the time went by, the light became more and more gold-tinted. They were lazily talking about their visit to the Irwin's the day before. Ashton took a look at his flatmate, munching on grapes, out of the bowl that was between them. If he was totally honest with himself, it was quite a sight. Luke bathing in the warm light, his features enlighten beautifully, a purple round fruit squeezed between his plump lips.

The places were his mind wondered made him blush a bit. Even if the fading sun wasn't providing all that much heat anymore, he felt quite hot all of a sudden. It wasn't the first time he would think about Luke in term that he would usually not employ for another male. He remembered went he first saw him in a suit, just before the Marvaux' Gala. He knew that he had kept the most neutral face back then, but in reality he was impressed with how good Luke had pulled off the look. The word 'handsome' had crossed his mind again during their latest mundane event, only a couple of days before. And he maybe had chosen this special blue suit for him because it underlined his ocean-like eyes. Just maybe.

Though, the word 'sexy' had only occurred once in his head: the day Luke had figured out his tattoos. Ashton remembered vividly when he came back in the apartment after going to the gym with Calum for the first time in two months. Luke was eating breakfast, shirtless, with his bed hair all tousled. But it was quite cute as well. Later that day when he had walked on him buttoning up his shirt he hadn't even been able to resist the temptation to touch him. Well right now was a second time he thought of him in such terms, he guessed. And all that was a problem.

If it was only physical, maybe he could have just repressed it, only to the price of a certain frustration. But the range of the issue was wider. He felt himself being overly sensitive to Luke's compliment. He couldn't help but blush was he had said that he likes his tattoos or his drawings. It just filled him with a pride he wasn't used to feel.

On the whole it was a bigger and deeper problem that Ashton would acknowledge. Until now he would only have pushed it to the back of his mind and try to pretend it had never happened. But, at this moment it was quite the elephant in the room. Ashton never talked about it to anyone, of course, because he even refused admit it to himself. He hasn't write about it neither. As if he felt uneasy, uncomfortable laying that on the –virtual– paper. It would make it real, or more real. And Ashton wasn't sure he could have dealt with that. Although, he wasn't sure he could lie to himself any longer.

"Ashton?"

"What?"

"Did you not hear me?" Luke questioned surprised, but not offended.

"Sorry" Ashton swallowed down, "I was lost in my mind".

"I asked you if you felt like she, indeed, influenced you?"

They have been talking about Ashton's relation with his grand-mother before Ashton's mind wandered elsewhere. He had admitted he felt controlled by her in his global life, as he owned her both his position at 1200" –so basically his job– and his apartment. The blonde had answered that his mother had mentioned she felt like she could have influenced his whole carrier decision.

"I guess... I mean obviously I wouldn't be where I am now if it was because of her. So undeniably, she had influenced me to some extent. But she hasn't forced my hand."

Ashton never thought it would be so easy to openly discuss his feelings like that. But it had become somewhat a habit to open up to Luke. More than just being okay with it, it even felt good. Ashton would have never believed it, but he actually enjoyed those moments. Strangely, they always seemed to be suspended in time.