Just before Ashton walked into the 5SOS dressing room, he heard a small bang and a groan. As he walked in the door he spotted Luke on the floor, holding his forehead.
"What did you do?" Ashton asked, still laughing quietly.
"Ugh I tripped and hit my head of the coffee table and now it fucking hurts." Luke whines.
"Aww Lukey."
"Shut the fuck up. It isn't funny."
"Erm, it kinda is, Luke"
"Kiss it better?" Luke asks, pouting.
Ashton was a bit shocked at the randomness of the question. He knew Luke was gay-the blonde had come out of the closet a couple of weeks ago-but the older boy wasn't sure if Luke meant like a romantic kiss or just a friend's kiss.
Can friends kiss each other on the forehead without it being weird?
Ashton decided it didn't have to be weird, so he shrugged and knelt down next to Luke, before gently pressing his lips to where the younger lad had been rubbing a few moments ago.
"Better?" Ashton asks.
"I hurt my lips too." Luke smirks, cheekily.
But before he can stop himself, Ashton finds himself kissing his bandmate. For a few moments, Luke doesn't kiss back, but soon he does. The kiss becomes more passionate, more urgent. Ashton nibbles Luke's lower lip and Luke can't help but moan. This allows the curly haired lad to slip his tongue inside the blonde's mouth.
For a few seconds, Ashton pulls away to lock the dressing room door and Luke whines at the loss of contact. Ashton helps him up before pushing him down onto the couch. Then, the pair start kissing again.
After a couple of minutes, Ashton starts grinding on Luke. Soon both of them are moaning and Luke is tugging at Ashton's curly mop of hair as both of the boys' erections grow. Ashton's hands come away from Luke's hair and neck and start trailing down the latter's chest, to the hem of his shirt.
"Are you okay with this?" Ashton pulls his swollen lips away from Luke's, looking into the younger boy's beautiful blue eyes as he asks him this question.
"Yes."
Immediately after Luke says this, Ashton his tugging of his shirt and his own. Luke blindly starts to try and unbutton and unzip Ashton's trousers as they kiss. He succeeds and starts to pull them down. When they're near Ashton's ankles, the older boy kicks them off, before helping Luke remove his own.
The two boys are just in their boxers now. Their sweaty bodies close as they grind on each other's throbbing erections. Ashton quickly removes Luke's boxers, and the younger boy's length slaps up against his stomach, already leaking pre come. He then removes his own, before turning Luke over.
"Don't touch baby." Luke whines, again, knowing that Ashton means that he doesn't want the boy to touch his own length-for now at least.
Ashton pulls the cheeks of Luke's bum apart so he can clearly see his tight hole.
Tentatively, he licks the rim and Luke moans underneath him. Soon, Ashton is rimming the hell out the younger boy, while Luke becomes a writhing mess beneath him. He stops and sees Luke's hands about to touch Luke's member, and pulls the blonde's hands away.
"Don't touch baby. I said don't touch."
"But I need to-"
"No you don't. You can hold on for me, can't you Luke?"
"I'll try, Ashton."
Next, Ashton spits on his fingers, before sliding his index finger into the younger boy hole. He moves it round in circles before adding his middle finger. This is so much pleasure for Luke. Ashton adds another as Luke moans some more. The older boy stretches his fingers apart, trying to stretch the sensitive hole. Luke moans Ashton's name as one of the finger brush his prostate.
Luke whines once Ashton pulls his fingers out. Ashton spits on his fingers again, trying to coat his own length in the lube substitute. Carefully, he pushes himself into Luke and stops, giving the the younger boy time to adjust.
"Move. Now." Luke begs.
Ashton starts to thrust, getting faster once he finds the younger boy's prostate. He is pretty much repeatedly hitting it, wrecking the beautiful boy beneath him. Luke wants his throbbing member to be touched, but Ashton told him not to...
"Can you come for me baby?" Ashton asks, "Can you come without being touched?"
Luke can already feel the orgasm building up inside him. The urge is so strong to touch himself, but with a few more hits to his prostate, he comes anyway, with a moan of Ashton's name, all over his stomach and the couch.
Ashton's thrusts become faster and sloppier as he chases his own high. He comes soon after, and Luke sighs with pleasure when he feels the warm liquid inside him. Ashton collapses beside Luke onto the couch after he pulls out.
After catching their breaths for a minute or two, Ashton turns Luke so the younger boy's back is against the material on the couch. Agonisingly slowly, he begins to lick the blonde's come off his stomach. Luke smiles and whines with pleasure. Soon, Ashton had licked most of it off.
"You taste good." said the older boy, licking his lips. Luke smirked and the two kissed.
A couple of minutes later, the two pull away and start trying to clean up. They found towels which they used to wipe their bodies and got dressed. They washed they're faces trying to make their lips less swollen. Finally they started fixing their hair.
"Um Luke?"
"Yes?"
"We kinda need to do something about the couch."
Luke turned away from the mirror and saw the big stain on the couch from his come. Just then, there was knock on the door.
"Open the door! What the fuck are you guys doing in there? You never lock the door!"
Michael and Calum.
Ashton and Luke looked at each other slightly panicked. Ashton grabbed the blanket from the back of the other couch and used it to cover the stain. Luke threw himself down on the couch and pretended to be asleep while Ashton unlocked the door.
"Finally!" Michael exclaims.
"Keep your voices down. Luke's sleeping." Ashton whispers.
"You had the door locked because Luke is sleeping?" Calum asks.
"Um, yeah. He didn't want to be...disturbed."
"Erm...okay..."
