“Ash!” Luke called from where he was standing in his room. Ashton was in the living room with Calum and Michael. The boys were playing FiFa so the eldest was glad Luke needed him. When Ashton walked into the blonde boy’s room, he was met with a half-naked Luke. He was standing in front of his mirror in only his bright blue boxers. Ashton tried to look away but that wasn’t that easy. Thing was, Ashton had been crushing on the younger boy since the day they met. His crush had been bearable all this time, until the day they became famous and all moved in together. Luke was his whole world now. They spend every second of the day together, and Ashton loved it. He loved Luke from his sleepy voice and his messy hair in the morning to his sleepy eyes and their cuddling session late at night. The drummer didn’t know what it was, he just was extremely attracted to everything the boy did and was. One time, Michael had caught him staring at Luke’s clothed back during an interview. In his defence though: the shirt had been very tight. No wonder he had a hard time breathing while he watched his crush and best friend standing in only his boxers.
“Ash?”
“’m sorry, what?” Ashton mumbled.
“What should I wear tonight?” the singer repeated while he locked eyes with the older boy.
“Where are you going?” Ash asked, a bit sad Luke was leaving him with the others. Not that he didn’t like them, off course he did. He just didn’t like them as much as he did Luke.
“On a date.”
“Oh.” Ouch! That really got him with his head out of the clouds. At least for a bit. And only for a second or two.
“Who’s the lucky girl?”
“Charlotte. She’s really cute and hot and I’m really surprised she agreed to go out with me to be honest.”
“Hey, none of that.” Ashton said stern.
“You’re the hottest guy I know, she’s lucky you want her, no matter how perfect she might be.”
Ashton’s cheeks burned at that, and he knew for sure they were at least a light shade of pink. Luckily for him, Luke was staring into his closet. Ashton couldn’t see his face though, nor did he get a reaction.
“You should definitely wear those jeans.” Ash said when the younger boy held out his black skinny jeans, waiting for approval from his best friend.
“But there’s a hole in it.” Luke didn’t sound very sure of himself, and Ashton hated it when he got insecure. He didn’t have any reason to be, why couldn’t he see that?
“So? All your jeans have holes, it’s very punk” Ashton chuckled. Luke’s face lit up at that, it was the most perfect thing Ashton had ever seen in his life.
While the half-naked boy got into the piece of clothing, Ashton started searching for his favourite shirt on Luke. It technically was his, but Luke had borrowed it once and the eldest had loved it so much, he had told the boy to keep it.
He could go on a date, Ash obviously couldn’t stop him; but if he had to go, at least he would be wearing Ashton’s shirt.
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When Luke got home, he looked kinda tired. It was quite late though, so that wasn’t very surprising. He flashed Ashton a big smile, but it seemed fake to him. It didn’t reach his eyes, and it faltered soon. But maybe the older boy was just seeing things he wanted to see. That is what happens when you love someone who doesn’t love you back.
“So how was it?” Ashton tried his hardest to sound interested. Luke was his best friend and he wanted the boy to come to him with everything he had on his mind, whether it was something like a date or a problem or whatever. Ashton wanted to be there for him. The singer started telling about his date, how it went and how amazing Charlotte was. Ashton tried to keep his annoyance hidden, but something snapped when Luke told him they had kissed.
“I’m really sorry Lukey, I really want to hear all about it but it’s late and we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”
Ash got up and walked into his room. It really was late. The drummer had stayed awake so Luke wouldn’t come home without anyone to talk to, but right now he didn’t want to hear another word from him; at least, not about his date.
“Can I join?” The eldest boy just laid down when Luke was standing in his door frame. The boys cuddled in bed all the time so Ashton didn’t know why the boy even bothered to ask.
“Sure” Ashton softly spoke. Luke instantly stripped down to his boxers and got under the covers. The drummer was lying flat on his back and Luke – despite being taller – was curled up against his side, his head on Ashton’s shoulder.
“Are you mad at me?”
Okay, the younger boy had clearly noticed he was annoyed.
“No, why would I be?”
He honestly wasn’t. He just was really, really frustrated with himself. Why did he have to fall for his straight best friend? The younger boy responded by nuzzling his nose against Ashton’s neck. Goosebumps appeared on his darker skin and he slightly shivered. He just couldn’t help it, his crush was right there, breathing hot air against his sensitive spot. The eldest swore Luke pressed a kiss against his skin, but he was gone so soon. Ashton closed his eyes. This was driving him crazy; this had to stop.
