The morning comes way too fast. One second he’s getting down from the blissful high that blinds his brain and leaves his body numb, almost too weak to move, his breathing fast, heart beating frantically against his ribcage, all of his nerves super sensitive after the mind blowing sensations caused just minutes ago, his eyelids closing as he slips almost subtly into a so craved unconsciousness; and in a blink of an eye, the light of the sun coming through the windows becomes a red that little bit too intense behind his eyelids, and he is awake, but eagerly trying to cling to the peaceful land of dreams he has been pushed out of.
However, replacing the faint disappearing memories of those so often strange dreams, the memories from the previous night come flooding in, invading his consciousness in a sea of sensations, words, emotions and thoughts, and Ashton is relaxed again, letting the dreams go to an uncertain part of his memory, cherishing the so welcomed memories of last night instead.
The sun is shining right in his eyes though and, in a small effort to get a bit more comfortable, he turns his head to the other side, eyes still closed but facing the night stand where he knows his mobile phone rests. He doesn’t remember the hotel room, the number on the door, where the key card could be as well as his bags and clothes for that matter; in fact he isn’t even sure if his mobile phone is really on that night stand and that thought is what makes Ashton open one eye, very shyly, very reluctant in facing all the light just like that.
It’s only after a few tries that he manages to keep that eye open without retracting from the intense light. Why is there so much light?, is one of the thoughts in Ashton’ confused mind. The answer lies right in from of him; the enormous windows decorating the wall, despite showing one magnificent view of the city, all have their curtains drawn back, reflecting all the whites and creams and browns of the decoration all over the place, like an explosion of light and cozy warmth.
He closes his eyes again, letting the peaceful sensation set in and travel through his body. A smile creeps slowly into his face without a particular reason, and the spontaneity of the feeling, the pureness of it is too rare to be denied or even very reflected upon.
He takes a deep breath, and lazily props himself on his elbow, with the sheet covering him from his waist down sliding to his hips, and with eyes still half closed, he reaches for his phone. He woke up hours before his alarm. His eyes are barely open, but his fingers hit the right keys working automatically as he gets more and more awake, and more and more used to the light.
Ashton feels the other boy’s presence and body heat before his soft breath hits his naked and light exposed back and as if sensing the action before the contact, his back muscles tense for a second waiting for the contact; when it happens, when his lips connect with the skin between his shoulder blades, his whole body relaxes against him and he sighs, happily.
He doesn’t stop there, though - like Ashton’ knew he wouldn’t; he starts leaving a trail of soft kisses all over his upper back, from shoulder to shoulder, and then on his spine, following it all the way up to his neck, sending shivers all over his body. And Ashton tries very hard to concentrate on the task in his hands, but Luke’s feather like kisses, despite its softness were hard to ignore and not cherish like the little pieces of gold they were in Ashton’ life.
“I can’t concentrate like that…” he murmurs, his voice breaking due to the lack of use. Luke giggles against the skin of his shoulders and rests his forehead there, closing his eyes, his eyelashes ghosting over his skin.
“Are you okay?” Luke asks his voice incredibly husky, and Ashton can sense the concern in his tone of voice automatically. Despise all things, despise the slight discomfort that he suddenly realizes he is feeling between his legs, or the soreness in his thighs and hips, a warm sensation creeps in, flooding his entire being completely with a fondness and pure tenderness for the other boy – the very first boy he has ever slept with.
