Daisy (lashton)

Chapter 42

Ashton straightened the collar of his sky blue button down for the millionth time since he put it on. He couldn't help it; the corner was creased and he knew Maureen would have to give her two sense about it. 

The longer he stared at his reflection the more he regretted choosing the blue. Luke said it looked good against his tan, Ashton thought it would too easily be able to show his inevitable nervous sweat stains. He wanted to change. But he also knew he'd end up changing back. And then they'd be late. And if they were late, they may as well have not even have shown up in the first place according to the Collins.

Ashton dabbed at the sweat beading along his hairline with the corner of his sleeve. He was a nervous wreck. This dinner would either make or break their trip to visit. For everyone's' sake, Ashton hoped things went smoothly. It had been months since Ashton last saw Maureen and Paul. Every time he somehow managed to convince himself that it wouldn't be as bad as the last time, and every time he ate his words.

"Hey," Ashton turned to see Luke leaning up against the doorway tugging on the cuff sleeve of his dress shirt. Ashton's heart swelled a bit as he took in his boyfriend. Even though Luke hadn't shaved in a couple days, he pulled it off. The scruffy facial hair gave him a rugged appearance that was leveled off by the clean pressed dress clothes. 

He'd scoffed when Ashton had first suggested stopping by his apartment for something a bit nicer to wear, but after a bit of groveling and the promise of a blowjob later that night, Luke quickly managed to find his nicest pair of black slacks and matching button down. It was almost annoying how effortlessly beautiful the younger man was. "You almost ready?"

Ashton sighed, meeting Luke's soft eyes in the mirrored glass. "Do I have much of a choice?"

Luke chuckled as he walked up behind the shorter man, wrapping his arms around his waist and dipping down to plant kisses along the back of his neck. Ashton immediately relaxed under Luke's grip. The feeling of his warm lips and the cool metal of his lip ring made Ashton dizzy in the best possible way.

"I mean, we could always ditch those old bags and you could ride me like you did in the back of my car yesterday."

Ashton blushed at Luke's words, shaking his head. "Do you ever think of anything other than sex?"

Luke pretended to think about it, humming against the back of the tanned boy's neck and sending shivers up his spine. It was crazy to Ashton that Luke still managed to have this effect on him. Sometimes he felt like he was 16 again with the way his body reacted to the simplest touch from him.

"Hmm... nope."

Ashton giggled as Luke blew a raspberry against his skin.

"I'm practically still a teenager, you can't blame me for my ravenous sex drive."

Ashton groaned, slowly unwrapping Luke's large hands from his waist and walking towards his bedroom door.

"Oh god, don't remind me. Maureen's going to have a goddamn field day when she finds out how old you are."

"Good thing we don't care about their opinions, right?" Luke gently lifted Ashton's chin so that the older man was staring up into his eyes.

"It's not that easy," Ashton sighed, stepping away and towards the door. "It's not that I really care whether they like me or not; I need them to. I need to show them I'm capable of raising their granddaughter all on my own."

Luke sighed and Ashton knew exactly what he was thinking. They'd been having this same conversation over and over again for the last month; ever since the dreaded phone call.