If Walls Could Talk (lashton)

Chapter 18

"Luke, pssst."

"Luke."

"Lucas."

A hard poke was delivered to Luke's cheek and he groaned, turning away from the annoyance and burying his head under his pillow. It was early, that much he could tell from the soft grey rays seeping in through the window, and all he wanted was ten more minutes of shut-eye.

"Luuuuuuuuuuuuke."

"Baby boy?" Luke heard Ashton sigh, and he hoped that if he stayed still the older boy would just think he was still asleep.

"Lu, that's not gonna work I know you're awake now." Ashton's singsong voice whispered in his ear and he groaned once again, peaking open one eye and gazing over to see Ashton curled up next to him. Butterflies fluttered in Luke's stomach at the sight of the beautiful naked boy beside him, just as they had every day of the past half a year waking up beside him.

It had been six months since Luke and Ashton decided to give the whole relationship thing a try. Of course, the last six months hadn't been all sunshine and rainbows for the new couple. There were nights when Luke would slam the bedroom door with tears streaming down his face and stalk off to his own bedroom, only to wake up the next day to Ashton laying curled up outside his bedroom door. He couldn't sleep without Luke, and Luke would be lying if he said he didn't toss and turn every night that he didn't fall asleep in Ashton's arms.

No, the last half a year wasn't the easiest, but at the end of it all, Luke and Ashton were happier than ever. In that time, Calum had let his guard down and came around to the idea of Ashton and Luke, and now the four boys were happier than they had ever been; the album had been out for almost four months now and of course, it immediately topped the charts, they were back to regularly doing interviews, and there were plans for a tour in the summer. Everything was finally coming together for them.

"Whattya want, Ash?" Luke groaned as he attempted to pull the duvet up and over his head. He hated that Ashton was an early riser because Luke could sleep for 20 hours straight if they let him, but not Ashton. Ashton awoke with the sun, and even first thing in the morning, Ashton needed attention.

Ashton pouted out his bottom lip as his eyes lingered on Luke's mouth, and Luke pulled himself up on his elbows to connect his lips with Ashton's. Ashton sighed as he melted into the kiss, his fingers running up the length of Luke's spine and making a shiver run through the younger boy.

"So that's what you wanted," Luke smirked after pulling away from the kiss long enough to catch his breath. Ashton giggled, grabbing Luke by the hips and rolling the singer over so that he was straddling Ashton's waist. Luke gasped as he felt Ashton's morning erection rub teasingly along his thigh.

"This painful-ass morning wood woke me up an hour or so ago. I tried to take care of it myself and let you sleep in, but it won't go away. Need my baby boy." Ashton pouted as he rubbed his thumbs in circles on Luke's hip bones. He could feel Luke's muscles tense under his touch which made him smirk. "Please?" He knew that Luke could never say no to him, especially first thing in the morning. Luke was a sucker for lazy morning sex.

"Only if we can try again tonight." A wicked smirk danced along the corner of Luke's lips and Ashton groaned.

"But why? Let's face it, princess, you were made to take dick, I wasn't." Ashton grasped Luke's ass cheeks in his hands, landing a harsh swat against the plump skin before rubbing his hands over the pinked skin. God, did Ashton love Luke's ass. He could play with it all day.

"C'mon, Ash. Don't you want to know what it's like to bottom?"

"Can't say it ever piqued my interest."