Daisy (lashton)

Chapter 33

To say that Luke was on edge would be an incredible understatement. He'd been ready to cum in his pants since the minute Ashton climbed into his lap earlier that afternoon, and his erection hadn't gone down even a little bit since he dropped the honey-haired dilf off.

"Luke we're going to In-N-Out do you want any- Woah dude!" Michael's hands immediately flew to cover his eyes as he barged into Luke's bedroom to see the lanky blonde with his pants around his ankles and a hand wrapped around his throbbing dick.

"Well that's what happens when you don't knock, asshole." Luke huffed as he pulled up his sweats and threw the nearest pillow at Michael's head. The red-haired boy laughed as he dodged the projectile and made his way leisurely into Luke's room, inviting himself to lay back on his bed. Michael propped himself up on his elbow.

"Soooooo... how'd things go with Ashton?"

Luke rolled his eyes. "You sound like a fifteen-year-old girl, Mike."

"Oh c'monnnn!" Michael whined with a huff. "You always tell me about your other conquests!"

Luke felt his jaw tighten. "He's not a fucking conquest he's my boyfriend."

Michael's eyes widened at Luke's tone. He was used to Luke snapping at him, but never defensively over a guy.

"Woah, chillax man, I didn't-" Michael went from teasing to shocked as he processed Luke's words. "Boyfriend? Crys!"

Before Luke could protest Crystal was barging through his bedroom door.

"What? What?!" Crystal looked between the two boys laid on the bed in a panic, obviously thinking Michael was yelling about something serious. Luke couldn't help but roll his eyes at his best friend.

Michael whipped back to face Luke, looking like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Tell her Luke!"

"Tell me what?"

"Jesus Michael, it's not a big deal." Luke groaned, falling back against the bed with the hopes that neither of them would see the color rushing to his face.

"He's fucking blushing! Who are you and what did you do with my asshole best friend?"

"Shut the fuck up." Luke knew Michael had a point. He'd barely stopped blushing since he dropped Ashton off and it was starting to frighten him. But as scared as he was, he's never been as happy as he feels now.

"Okay so why am I here? And why is Luke sporting a semi?" Crystal cringed.

"Well if your boyfriend wouldn't have walked in on me mid jerk-"

"Luke called Ashton his boyfriend- ooft! Ow!" Michael groaned as Luke flung his arm out and hit him in the stomach. "It's the truth! He literally just called Ashton his boyfriend before you walked in."

"He what?!" Crystal squeaked, whipping to face Luke with eyes wide in excitement, "You what?!"

"Why are we making such a big deal out of this?" Luke sighed.

"Um, because not even three months ago you compared having a boyfriend to drinking milk?"

"Well, people change." Luke was grumbling under his breath but it was still loud enough for the other two to hear.

"I never thought I'd see the day." Michael shook his head and pretended to wipe a tear from his eye. "Ashton must have a phenomenal ass."

"Oh he does, I've stared at it enough times at ballet."

"You two are the actual worst, you know that?" Just then Luke's phone chimed and he sighed a breath of relief at the interruption. "Saved by the motherfucking bell."