Revolution || Lashton AU - boyxboy

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[A/N wOW SORRY IF IT SUCKS BUT UPDATE]

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Nearly a week later, I found myself laying in Hemmings' bed yet again.

I wasn't naked this time, but considering I was laying in his bed in nothing but my boxers, I may as well have been.

"And you should've seen her! She was like, no joke, seven feet tall! And she wanted to fight me! On the outside I was like 'bring it bitch', but on the inside I was shaking like a baby!" I laughed, throwing my hands up and letting them land on my bare torso.

Luke was just kind of sitting there on his roommate's bed staring at me with the universe in his eyes and for just a second, I didn't feel so completely violated by it.

"Oh yeah? The Ashton Irwin was intimidated?" He chuckled a few seconds later, before getting up and pulling on his darkwash jeans with holes worn in the knees.

"I'm telling you man, don't judge a book by its cover. I'm intimidated by a lot of people. Just gotta keep up the rep, can't let anyone know." I chuckled, standing up and pulling my jeans on.

"I never thought that you, of all people - the same person who stabbed me in the arm with a tattoo gun - would ever be scared of anyone. I just can't see that." He said, dazed.

"Not scared." I corrected. "Scared is different. Just slightly intimidated is all."

I walked over towards where Luke was sitting to grab my Suicidal Tendencies shirt off the floor. I pulled it on over my head and stood back up straight to meet his gaze.

"I uh, I never fucked Vinny, you know. Last weekend? When I saw him?" He said sheepishly, his eyes glued to the ground.

"Really?" I asked, and I couldn't fight the way the corner of my lip curled upwards and the little rise in my chest.

"Don't smirk like that at me!" He said, his cheeks flushed with the cherry red color of embarrassment. "You said don't, and I didn't."

I chuckled. "I didn't know I had that kind of control over you."

“Me neither.”

I opened my mouth to say something but snapped my mouth shut when my eyes found themselve hooked on the small, faded, purple mark sticking out slightly at the corner of his eye. I brought my hand up to touch it, but he flinched away from me.

“Did I do that to you? I knew I was rough but fuck, Hemmings. Was that me?” I asked, the words getting tangled in my throat as I said them.

 He chuckled uncomfortably. “Do w-what?”

“Don’t play dumb. This.” I said, before pulling his head to my level and gliding my finger roughly across it. “Is that makeup? Are you wearing makeup now or are you trying to hide this?” I demanded.

“God, leave it, Ashton. That’s not what this is.” He said, mocking an earlier statement of mine.

“Fuck you,” I began. “Just tell me where it came from.”

He scoffed before running a hand through his already messy hair and turning away from me. “I got in a fight.”

I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back towards me. “When?”

“A few days ago.”

“How many days is a few?”

“I don’t know, three?”

“Liar.” I snapped.

“What the fuck are you talking about? I think I’d know better than you.” He scoffed, trying to walk away again before I caught his arm and held it.