Romeo and Juliet: Modified , Lashton

Act 10: A Household at Night

"Read me some of the play you memorised, again."

"If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Uh, then Juliet says:
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

"And Romeo goes:
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Then Juliet says:
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

"And, finally, Romeo says: Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged." Ashton finished whispering the last part to Luke who was staring at him in amazement, laying face to face with Ashton in the small, full sized bed.

"Then what?" Luke asked.

"They kiss," answered Ashton, blushing in the dark, the room only illuminated by the beams of moonlight casting through the window shades.

Luke leaned in slightly, his breath hitting Ashton's lips. Ashton sucked in a breath as the hairs on the back over his neck stood up and his body shivered. Ashton shut his eyes, waiting for something to happen. He could feel Luke getting closer and closer to him. His breath hitting hard against his face as he was only centimetres apart. Ashton could smell the aroma of cinnamon and the outdoors on him.

Suddenly, Luke pulled away, realising what he had almost done and turning on his side.

"I'm tired. Goodnight, Ash." He said.

Ashton opened his eyes and frowned.

"Goodnight, Luke." Ashton said, scooting up to press himself against Luke's back.

Luke allowed this, letting Ashton wrap an arm around his waist and tangle together their legs. He intertwined their fingers, placing them up near his heart as Ashton buried his face into Luke's shoulders.

Ashton gave Luke's shoulder a light kiss, hoping he wouldn't notice.

He did. But he said nothing.

***
"WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!" Harry screeched as he jumped on the boys still cuddling in bed.

He jumped up and down on them.

"Come on, you lazy Lezzie's! Mum said get up!" He whined, shaking Ashton and Luke.

Luke groaned, rolling over and hiding his face in the crook of Ashton's neck.

"Make it stop." He whispered tiredly.

Ashton smiled fondly at Luke before yawning.

"Okay, tell her we'll be down in a few." Ashton told his brother.

Harry scurried off down the hall as he screamed for his mother. Ashton chuckled at the little boy.

Then, he looked at Luke who was still cuddled up against him. Ashton curled his arms around the boy as he turned so they would be facing each other again.

He watched Luke semi-sleep, his eyelids opening slightly then closing as air left his parted lips. Luke's hair was unkempt, sticking in a variety of directions but it looked soft to the touch. His body was warm. A comfortable warmth that made Ashton want to cling to him as if he were his old, favourite stuffed animal. He smelled like Ashton now but still retained that cinnomon-y scent that Ashton found incredibly enticing.

"We've gotta get up." Ashton whispered as he pressed his forehead to Luke's.

Luke pouted, "Don't wanna," he said, dragging out the last word.