Forbidden - Lashton

Chapter 33 - luke

A/N: "Dedicated to touching"

Past (Chapter 24)

I toppled over Ashton and he fell back against the mattress. Our lips connected with every move as I gave in.

Ashton had cut me off before I had even begun to speak out words. It didn't seem much of importance anymore and Ashton reminded me once more that we are forever, and always will be, together in this middle-aged world where fire equals homosexuality.

I parted away from the kiss and looked into Ashton's hazel-green eyes and then directed my eyes towards his lips which made him bite on his lip from the gesture of me gripping a bit of his hair with my left hand.

I've been dreading to touch his brown fluffy hair just by seeing his curls bounce in front of his forehead and the way he pushed them back made me get all giddy in the inside. I caught that he did that every once in a while when deep in focus.

I noticed the way his eyebrows furrowed as his eyes concentrated on one subject at a time and it took everything in me to not risk what we've both been hiding for a long time.

Ashton laughs as if it's funny making me scoff at the thought because he does the same thing -- the feeling of euphoria.

We both undress from our attires and back down on the bed, I pull him closer to me yet again for the second time as we both look into each other's eyes at the same time.

"I don't want this to be weird," Ashtons breathes out.

"It won't be," I assure him, before kissing him gently on his visible collarbone.

It couldn't possibly be weird for me, I for one have done this many times before around and before my age now. Going from one person to another is nice but staying with a person is way past nice.

"What's Ashton gonna say? Too busy and stuck back his hell hole of a home?" I smirk at the thought.

My body grinds into his as my hands begin to roam all over his body. I can't believe how big he is. He's so muscular it's intimidating. But I don't care. As his hands roam my body, I can't help but notice that mine are much smaller than his.

"I... I want this to be good." Ashton says.

"It's going to be better than good," I assure him, as I entered him.

Ashton tried to ignore the pain and focus on the pleasure instead and I could tell because his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes fluttered in concentration (hence 'tried' to). It doesn't take long before we're both experiencing the latter.

I laid on top of him and felt his soft shivering sigh on the crook of my neck. We were always close in contact but not as close as we are now and by all means, I craved this affection from the first day we had our first infancy kiss.

Barley on those day times does Ashton ever look one in the eye yet when he does, I want that moment to last forever and I want it to repeat itself again, again, and again.

A long lasting laugh visions me with the idea of an echo that's curling up on empty rooms but when it's done, it exits the room and doesn't come back in a while.

Thinking about it saddens me. When the sincere laughs are over so are the small dimples and they fade away; washed up, one can be told.

"Oh... I... Um..." Ashton's fingertips guide themselves to my hipbones and suddenly begins to grip at them with his nails.

"Are you okay?" I asked turning my head to meet his face. His eyes are closed and gave his lips a slow lick.

"Yeah... I just haven't done this in a while." He opens his eyes to see me staring at him, yet again, with my blue eyes.

He often tells me my eyes remind him of the ocean near the castle, the beach that he used to go see for the enjoyment of relaxation.

I once asked, "Why 'used to'?" and all he responded to me was with, "White and red mix well together, yes?"

Ashton's wisely words open up to me. I think it was my turn to furrow my eyebrows in concentration.

"Maybe, with no doubt in these words, is Ashton's favorite color is pink," I thought to myself back a few long weeks ago, as I watched Ashton hold hands with his pretend girlfriend with a smile tugged upon both their faces as they greet newcomers.

I stood from afar, watching. "Jealousy? Preposterous! Is there a contract?"

"I can tell," I say, smiling and trying my hardest to not squeak out a laugh of my own.

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(Present)

I looked at Calum then at the ground while I nervously fiddled with my fingers. I didn't know what to say other than a simple "oh" after he had told me who he used to be, though I should have expected it sooner.

After all my time living my life alongside Calum, he's been telling me snippets of odd information. Back then, I had no clue what he had meant but now I understand what he did mean. Everything started to make sense in a way.

"Are you afraid? That's alright, all I ever seem to do is scare people." Calum said in a low whisper as if he had been saddened at his own answer.

I looked at him in the eyes and waited for him to look back at me before I started speaking, "I'm not afraid of Calum. What you told me is shocking news to me but your past does not define you. You're not Sauron and I'm not afraid of you."

I sat beside him against the brick wall and for a total of three seconds of silence, I placed my hand on his knee like the time when it was just me and him and the torn pieces in his heart.

He looked at my hand then stared back at me. There was no expression on his face but I saw through him. "You're not Sauron and I'm not afraid of you," I say again.

"Don't worry about it too much. One day you'll be seen as a good person with a good heart and no one can tell you any doubts."

Calum showed a smile and nodded, "I see your point, Luke. No need to repeat words," Calum sat up straight and turned his body position towards me. "Alright, I'll show you the truth but don't say I didn't warn you."

"Important or not, I want to know just as you do."

Calum took the purple from out of my hand and held it up. I noticed the way his eyebrows twitched and his nose scrunched up but cleared his throat in the process.

"If you really want to know, meet me in a dark alleyway in the town in Endor in four days."

To be continued...