#gaysos

Waking Luke up was a process that Ashton found was easier to do with food and coffee already made. He’d had it to a science. If he needed to wake Luke up at 8 he’d wake up at 7:45 and make breakfast. It was usually something simple because if Luke didn’t want to be up that early, Ashton didn’t either.

He made Luke an omelet he’d been experimenting with this week. Today though he thought he’d finally perfected it. He got Luke’s coffee-pot-generated cappuccino. Ashton couldn’t be bothered to make it himself—and especially not this early.

Ashton went to their room and soaked in the familiar sight of Luke all wrapped up in the blankets. When he wasn’t half asleep he typically liked to look at the sight. Lukes soft little snores were so cute and for some reason never failed to make Ashton tremendously happy. Maybe it was because Luke teased Ashton for his snoring all the time. He kept the fact that Luke snored too to himself. It was like he had an inside joke with himself when Luke went on with the teasing. He’d just hold a smile and keep his mouth shut.

He wore that same smile now, but this time he didn’t keep his mouth shut. “Mornin’, baby,” he started softly, and brought Luke’s cappuccino mug to the night stand. “It’s time to wake up. It’s eight.”

Luke shifted so he laid on his belly and buried his face in the pillow. Ashton could barely make out a groan and, “not yet. You’re lying.”

“I wish I was,” Ashton giggled and combed through Luke’s curls gently. “I made breakfast.”

“Is it the omelette?” Luke turned his head. He didn’t sound excited, but it was a start to him actually waking up.

“Yeah but I perfected it.”

Luke turned his head back towards the pillow.

“It’s getting cold, and eggs don’t reheat well.”

Luke gave an exhausted sigh, and pulled the covers back. Ashton cheered him on with a soft: “there we go.” Luke set his feet on the floor and took a sip of his cappuccino.

Ashton kissed his forehead, “I’m gonna feed Piggy. Come and join us when you’re ready.”

Luke nodded softly, and the last Ashton saw before leaving he was wiping the sleep out of his eyes.

When Luke did come out of the room he was a little more awake. His silky cream sleep shorts flounced as he walked and he stretched with the coffee cup still in his hand. Petunia seemed torn between the food Ashton was about to hand her, and Luke’s entry.

“Good morning, baby girl!” Luke brightened and greeted her.

Ashton giggled at Petunia’s happy wriggling at Luke’s attention and scratches. Ashton set her food down and pet her too. He’d already greeted her when he woke up but family time was important, too.

“Did you sleep well, darling?” Luke kissed her head.

“I slept alright,” Ashton began, “had to wake up and cook, so that was a bit of a bummer.”

Luke looked up at him with a look as if to say: “I’m already over you today,” and Ashton just giggled and kissed Luke’s lips—which were still pouty from sleep. That made Luke smile a little.

“Ashy‘s a weirdo isn’t he?” Luke asked in that bouncy voice he used for Petunia. Then lifted his voice as if to speak as her to answer: “yes he is.”

“But you both love me anyway, because I’m the supplier of food. Which by the way...” Ashton pointed to the omelette, and Luke seemed to get the message.

“I swear if it’s gross again, I’m never letting you touch the stove for as long as I’m alive.”

“Someone’s cheerful this morning,” Ashton teased taking a sip of his own coffee and sitting to eat next to Luke.

“I have to prepare myself.”

“The last omelette wasn’t that bad.”

“The last omelette was the worst thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“Piggy liked it.”

“Piggy will eat anything you give her! That’s why it’s her nickname.”

Ashton pretended to be hurt, but he knew the omelette was shit. He just liked winding Luke up. “Well you’ll be pleasantly surprised to find out I added nothing like what I added yesterday morning.”

“No spinach?”

“No spinach.”

“What’s that green stuff?”

“Basil.”

“Promise?”

Ashton nodded and held out his pinky.

Luke completed the pinky swear, and took a bite of the omelette. Ashton did the same and it was quiet for a second.

Ashton watched Luke’s face to see his reaction, but found it practically unreadable. But Luke got another bite, so that was a good sign. Better than yesterday by far.

“‘S good.” Ashton hadn’t expected him to comment, but it brought a smile to his face.

“I told you I’d perfected it,” Ashton smirked and took another bite. “I’ve come a long way from putting broccoli on everything.”

When the omelettes—and peaches Ashton decided to throw on the side at the last minute—were finished and the coffee mugs were empty, he washed up and found Luke playing with Petunia again. They were so soft. And Luke was much happier if he had time to spend with her in the morning, Ashton had found.

“I’m gonna shower before we have to leave,” he said leaving Luke to wake up fully.

“And you’re not gonna invite me?” Luke teased. Maybe he was more awake than Ashton had realized.

“I mean the invitation’s always open,” Ashton turned around.

Luke pursed his lips like he was actually considering it. And then, to Ashton’s surprise, he actually got up. “I could use a shower anyway, might as well save water...” he winked.

“Breakfast must’ve been good today,” Ashton laughed and tapped Luke’s bum as he walked past him.

Luke smiled and bit his lip. “Or the caffeine hit quick.”

“Or a combination of the two,” Ashton hummed.

“Maybe a combination.”

When they got to the bathroom, Ashton went ahead and cut on the water, and turned around to find Luke already starting to undress. “Hey! Don’t do that yet, that’s my favorite part.”

Luke removed his thumbs from the waistband of his shorts at Ashton’s insistence, and they popped against his hip.

Ashton had already taken off his shirt, and reached for Luke’s hand to tug him closer.

“I’m just here for a shower...” Luke said, but looked Ashton over with eyes that said the opposite.

“Oh you are, huh?” Ashton kissed him softly, and pulled him as close as he could.

“Mhmm.”

“So what’s this?” Ashton pointed to the half formed bulge in Luke’s shorts.

“None of your business,” Luke bit his lip.

“Mmm, okay,” Ashton coaxed Luke’s lip from between his teeth and kissed him again and trailed his lips down to his jaw. He slipped his fingers under the waistline of Luke’s shorts. The fabric was smooth and warm where Luke’s skin was. “May I?” He murmured against the skin of his neck.

Luke nodded instantly.

Ashton slid them off of Luke’s narrow hips, and found himself craving the feeling of Luke’s soft skin rather than the silkiness of his shorts, so he rubbed his palms up Luke’s thighs and over his bum, unconsciously humming low.

Luke had closed his eyes and let his head lull back. His arms were loosely draped over Ashton’s shoulders, yet were somehow pulling him closer. Ashton kissed at his neck, right on his pulse point. Luke sighed softly into it.

Ashton felt powerful then, but he knew he didn’t have much time to revel in it. “Go ahead and get in the shower, baby.” Luke didn’t need to be told twice, and soon Ashton was out of his own boxers he closed the glass door behind him.

He closed the distance between their bodies and kissed Luke’s bitten lips with an urgency. He smoothed his hands all over Luke’s body, and smirked when Luke let out sighs and slight moans.

“Fuck me,” Luke whispered so low Ashton could barely hear it over the shower. But he had heard it.

“What did you say? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Fuck me, Ash.” Luke gestured to how aroused he was. Or maybe it was to how aroused they both were...

“I thought you said that was none of my business,” Ashton smirked.

“It’s your business now.”

“I kinda like it when you boss me around,” Ashton smirked, and slipped his fingers in Luke’s mouth. “But only in short dosages.”

Luke moaned around his fingers and the vibrations shouldn’t have made Ashton nearly weak at the knees, but it sort of did. Luke diligently sucked at them, running his tongue all around and between them—evidently not noticing Ashton’s half-lidded stare. Or maybe he did, cause when Luke’s eyes met his, the pupils were blown with lust. Ashton thought it made the blue pop.

When Ashton felt like his fingers were slick enough, he pulled them out. A trail of saliva followed and Ashton practically groaned at the sight. He reached around and teased Luke’s entrance. And Luke bit his lip and moaned when he slipped his first finger past the rim. “Fuck, Ash...”

Ashton worked the next finger, and then the next, trying to get deep enough to hit Luke’s spot. And when he did Luke gasped and leaned his head back against the tile. Ashton curled his fingers to really make him feel it, and Luke whimpered.

“Stop playing around...” Luke gave him a pouty look.

He was right. He didn’t have time to play. And typically he wouldn’t cut corners, but Luke’s mouth was already the perfect consistency, “will you slick me up, baby?” Ashton asked thumbing over Luke’s lower lip.

Luke took Ashton’s thumb in his mouth as if asking an unspoken question.

Ashton nodded in answer, and Luke let go of Ashton’s thumb and squat down so he was eye-level with Ashton’s hips. It didn’t take hardly any time to take Ashton’s length, swirl his tongue over the head, and swallow him completely. Ashton shuddered a groan at the speed of it.

“Fuck, babe, your mouth was made for this...”

Luke hummed and Ashton could feel his tongue working at him. He had to practically brace himself against the tile.

“Don’t get too fancy. You still wanna get fucked don’t you?” Ashton hissed but found his free hand tangled in Luke’s hair. Neither keeping him on, nor moving him off.

Luke looked up at him with those big lusting blue eyes and exaggerated the “pop” his mouth makes when he popped off. Ashton pulled him back up and kissed him deeply. He could taste a little bit himself on Luke’s tongue and that sent him into a sort of frenzy.

As if Luke could sense his desires, he broke the kiss and turned around and braced his forearms against the tile. Ashton growled low and gripped Luke’s hips and aligned them. “You’re so fucking pretty, Lu-baby.”

Luke’s small moan at the nickname grew louder and jagged when Ashton pushed inside. Ashton could feel Luke pushing back against him.

“A-Ash...” Luke gasped and braced his head against his fists on the tile.

“Feel okay, baby?” Ashton groaned softly.

Luke nodded and panted. “Feels so good. Wanna feel more...”

Ashton didn’t need to be told twice, he thrust harder. “Fuck, you’re so sexy, bunny. Keep pushing back against me...”

Luke groaned and flattened his palms against the tile, and rolled his hips back. Ashton could see the dimples in Luke’s back and thumbed over them so he could feel the muscles of his back moving.

“Jesus,” Luke panted, “you feel like a fuckin’ god, Ashy...”

Ashton tugged at Luke’s medium length curls and Luke must have wanted his head tugged back, cause it took no effort to do so. In the process Luke arched his back even more pulling Ashton deeper without even trying.

Ashton got close to Luke’s ear and growled. “My Lu, my angel. You’re perfect. Your body is divine... aways has been. You fit me perfectly...”

Ashton couldn’t tell, but he knew Luke’s eyes rolled back. He heard the groan. He felt Luke clench around him. Ashton let out guttural moan in retaliation.

“Yes,” Luke panted and bit his lip, “keep telling me how much you want me...”

Ashton angled his hips to hit Luke’s spot, and was pleased when Luke cried out accordingly. He leaned back in, close to his ear, and growled, “every single day since I met you, baby. I’m glad I got to take your virginity. I’m glad I got to make these dimples,” he pressed his thumbs on them, and Luke let out a shuddery moan. “I’m glad I get to see how much of a dirty slut you are on a regular basis. In every way you let me...”

Luke rocked his hips back against him. He was begging him to go harder, so Ashton went as hard as he could. He didn’t know if it was the steam or the way Luke was practically yelling his name, but Ashton felt like he’d overheat any second, but in the best way.

Ashton was even being loud, that was the strange thing. Ashton was almost never loud. But right now he was gripping Luke’s hair with one hand, his hip with his other, and calling Luke’s name into his shoulder. Biting down on the fleshy part of his shoulder.

“Fuck, fuck! Ashton!” Luke scratched his fingers on the wall. “‘M so close, Ashy... Please!”

Ashton could feel Luke’s legs wobbling. He licked along the thin skin of Luke’s neck, and blew a cool breath on it. Luke’s belly spasmed at that and Ashton knew he couldn’t push him much more. He leaned in and growled close to Luke’s ear. “Come for me, angel.”

Luke’s head fell back against Ashton’s shoulder, and the cry he let out was one that Ashton wanted embedded in his memory.

Luke clenched around him uncontrollably, and that sent Ashton over the edge. He shuddered forward and came inside Luke, with his head buried in his shoulder.

It was a long minute before either of them moved, waiting for their breath to catch a slower pace.

“I love you,” Ashton breathed into the skin of Luke’s shoulder.

“I love you,” Luke sighed. He got up from Ashton’s shoulder and pulled off. Ashton heard him whimper slightly, but he turned around and Ashton kissed him again.

“You’re so beautiful.” Ashton hummed. “I love seeing you fucked out. Even better that we’re going in public today.”

“It’s my favorite accessory,” Luke smirked, “sex bitten lips are just in fashion.”

Ashton giggled and hummed shampooing Luke’s hair with the lavender shampoo. “Then it sounds like I should just fuck you right before we go in public all the time.”

“Saves me money on blush,” Luke teased.

“I actually think blush would be really cute on you.”

“I know.”

“Will you wear some?”

“Today?”

“Whenever.”

Luke looked in thought for a second then shrugged. “Tomorrow. Maybe.”

“That’s fine. I want you to embrace the freshly-fucked look today. And maybe if we don’t get to it tomorrow morning, wear blush.”

“Or wear blush even if we do.”

“Or that,” Ashton smirked.

Luke looked at him with sparkly eyes and Ashton fell in love all over again. “Thank you for breakfast, baby.”

“No need to thank me, Lu.”

“Thank you for not trying to poison me again then. I’ll let you use the stove again.”

“In my own house, thanks,” Ashton rolled his eyes fondly.

Luke brushed their noses together and climbed out of the shower, somehow managing to look innocent, like nothing happened at all.

And Ashton felt it. The longing for this to be their life for real. He would give anything for this to not just be temporary. A time when they could be together not in secret. But he knew his days of waking Luke up with coffee are numbered.

He sighed and reminded himself that getting better sometimes hurts. But for now, he could at least pretend it would last.