'5SOS boyxboy smut'

Calm~Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

From: archiveofourown
Author: antisocialhood
Words: 5616
Published: 2015-04-27
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It had taken Luke a year and a half to convince his mother to let him go with Michael to Woodstock.

A goddamn year and a half.

But she'd relented and Luke found himself in the back of Michaels parents station wagon, a light breeze flowing through his blond hair.

There were fields surrounding them and Luke could feel the bass thumping. His heart was racing and he looked over at Michael, who looked calm, probably because he was stoned out of his mind already.

There were people everywhere, half naked and covered in paint. Luke liked how free everyone looked; there were people smoking joints and passing around little baggies of colourful looking pills, but he wasn't quite sure what they were.

He did know, though, that he wanted to be part of it all.

It felt surreal to be able to sit in the trunk of a station wagon in the middle of a dandelion filled field with people for a few days, to meet new people and maybe shag them too.

That might've been another reason Luke wanted to go - but he wasn't telling unless Michael asked. He wanted to smoke weed and pop pills and literally lay in the grass and live in the moment, and if a hot guy happened to come along and wanted to mess around, well Luke was pretty sure he'd be down.

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It was hot out, enough that Luke had cut his jeans to make shorts and taken his shirt off. It was probably on the seats but he wasn't sure, and he didn't actually care. He was laying on a blanket in the sun, Michael next to him, playing with a joint. It hung softly from his mouth. Michael looked good like that; the thought slowly set in that Michael always looked good, but especially when he had a little paper roll in between his lips and was surrounded by a cloudy haze.

Michael leaned over, passing the roll to Luke who shook his head.

There was a boy across from them. He had curly hair and tan skin. He wore a vest with colourful things that Luke couldn't actually read or make out, and bell bottom jeans. He placed something on his tongue and closed his eyes. Luke couldn't tell what colour they were but he was sure they were nice.

He nudged Michaels thigh with his hand softly. The older boy was talking to a group of people that had sat down a few hours prior and had almost become immediate friends; especially a brunette boy with tan skin that kept touching Michaels arm and brushing Luke's legs.

Luke couldn't remember his name. He rolled over so he could have a better view of the curly haired boy. He was smiling and it was dopey. His eyes locked on Luke's and his smile grew bigger when his gaze moved to the brunette boy touching Michaels arm yet again.

And then he was walking towards their group and Luke was scrambling to grab at the joint in Michaels outstretched hand. He took a puff, a few actually, and tried to get into the conversation.

They were talking about the music, how it spoke to them and made them feel fucking mellow. Brunette boy smiled at Luke's attempts of getting into the conversation. He ran his hand along Luke's legs again; Luke liked how soft his hands were, he didn't mind his touch really, it was nice.

Curly haired boy sat down besides brunette, pressing a kiss to his temple. Luke sighed mentally and the curly haired boy smiled. "Hi, 'm Ashton."

Luke smiled back, though it was weak. "Luke."

Ashton looked at Luke's legs where brunette boys hands were. He raised an eyebrow and nudged the boy. "Stake your claim, Cal?"

He nodded, shooting a wicked smile at Luke and rubbing his legs. Luke watched Cal pull out a baggie of pills and toss them on Ashton's lap. The curly haired boy made quick work of opening the bag and sorting through the array of colours before pulling out a few. He beckoned for Luke to open his mouth.