Let's be Cliché || Lashton

Unofficially Official

"Luke." The blond looked away, hearing Ashton hiss his name from somewhere in the library.

With his hand still shaking Rory's he realized that he didn't want them to meet. Rory was the guy, Luke had only just met him and he already knew. Slightly panicked, Luke released the boy's hand and mutter a quiet goodbye and headed back to his acclaimed couch.

Ashton was there, squinting at the book about modern art in his hand. Luke couldn't help but roll his eyes, of course Ashton would forget his glasses. He opened his backpack and fished out a pair of glasses that Ashton had left at his house one time, he had two pairs because he often forgot wear he put them and his mother was forced to buy yet another pair.

Dropping them on Ashton's lap he flopped down next to him with a sigh. The bell rang almost immediately after he'd sat down and he sighed even louder.

"I'm not going to class." Luke deadpanned, like Ashton was about to suggest they should. The curly haired boy shrugged and went back to his reading, making it obvious that he wasn't either.

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"Luke?" Ashton asked, cutting off the other boy's excessive chattering.

"Yeah?"

"Shut the fuck up."

"No?" A grin made its way to the blond's face as he sent a challenging look in Ashton's direction.

"Shh."

"No?"

Ashton sighed, "Can you please shut the fuck up?"

"The fact that you said please almost makes me want to, but the answer is still no." Luke laughed, happily putting down his half read book. He was glad to have something else to do, he always had trouble getting through a novel when other people were around him.

Ashton raised an eyebrow, looking annoyed. "Seriously, shut the fuck up."

Suddenly Luke had a playful smirk on his face as he leaned closer to Ashton, they exchanged glances and Ashton couldn't help but make assumptions at what Luke was about to say. Luke's approach was slow but Ashton felt like he still didn't have enough time to prepare himself.

"Make me," Luke whispered in his ear, pulling away enough so Ashton could see the smirk on his face.

Ashton could feel himself getting a little hot at the way Luke's eyes darkened and how close they suddenly seemed but he quickly made himself look disinterested with Luke's playfulness.

"Okay, you can keep talking. But I'm not listening." He stated, pulling his headphones out of his pocket and plugging them into his phone. Luke watched Ashton scrolling through his music intently, surprised that the boy couldn't care less that Luke obviously wanted to engage in some face to face.

His eyebrows furrowed when Ashton scrolled past some of his favourites, he usually never scrolled passed anything by All Time Low unless he was in a really bad mood.

He made it all the was to the S's before he slowed down, choosing one quickly he locked his phone and stuffed it in his pocket. Luke really wanted to know what was playing so he didn't hesitate when pulling one of the earbuds from Ashton's ear and putting it in his own.

Everybody wants to know
If we fucked on the bathroom sink, Luke almost choked on his spit when he heard the starting verse, he knew the song but he wasn't completely expecting Ashton to be listening to this song of all songs. If he was listening to Strange Love than he obviously wasn't as disinterested as he'd led Luke to believe.

Ashton was a tease, it seemed.

How your hands felt in my hair
If we were high on amphetamines, Ashton put work on the arm of the couch and might have accidentally knocked in onto the floor shortly after. He gave Luke a sort of lopsided smile and leaned back into the couch comfortably.

And everybody wants to hear
How we chainsmoked until three
And how you laughed when you said my name. Luke found himself leaning over Ashton, one hand keeping himself from toppling onto the boy underneath him.

And how you gripped my hips so mean, a hand slipped carefully under Ashton's shirt and rested against his hip. He let out a breathy laugh as Ashton tugged him closer by the shirt.

We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending is the same every damn time, no, no, no
We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending is the same every damn time. Ashton's eyes lip up as his smile widened considerably at their closeness. He couldn't help it when he uncrossed his legs and shifted farther under Luke. The blond was slow as he moved slightly so he was in between Ashton's legs.

They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange. Their lips connected without a second thought, there was no further teasing amongst them.

But I don't have to fucking tell them anything, anything
And I'm gonna write it all down, and I'm gonna sing it on stage
But I don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything. Ashton moaned quietly into the kiss, so quietly that it was almost drowned out by Hasley blaring into in their ears. Luke thought momentarily that it fit the music somehow, but at this point he would have thought it fit perfectly with any song.

That's the beauty of a secret
You know you're supposed to keep it
That's the beauty of a secret
That's the beauty of a secret
You know you're supposed to keep it
But I don't have to fucking tell you anything. The atmosphere around them became a lot hotter and Luke found himself lifting Ashton's shirt up a little farther but still trailed his hand back so he was gripping Ashton's hip once again.

Ashton pulled on Luke's hair slightly and the headphone ended up coming out of his ear but he only noticed vaguely, too caught up in what Ashton was doing with his mouth.

The heat was no longer just surrounding the two boys and making their skin burn whenever they made contact, it was starting to heat up slightly below the belt. Ashton suddenly found himself getting frustrated with the lack of friction there, a leg slipped in between Luke's and he raised himself off the couch slightly so that their mouthed weren't the only things moving against each other.

A/N: in the back of the room where nobody looks, he'll be with his boyfriend. He's nOT READING BOOKS!

I accidentally made it sound like they were doing a lot more than just making out with a little friction but I'm going to assume that it's okay.

I was expecting it to go that far myself but it just kind of happened while I was writing, so yeah... I don't think the next chapter will be that heated but who knows at this point, there's a lot of sexual tension.