✔︎Baby | OT4

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Ashton Irwin walked into the green, his lunch tray balanced on his forearm, backpack hanging from his other hand. As he walked, a pale arm was slung around his shoulders.

   "Hey, baby," a blue haired boy greeted. He strolled alongside Ashton towards a picnic table, where a tall blonde and a raven haired boy sat. Ash smiled at his friends, sliding delicately onto the bench next to Michael Clifford, the blue haired lad. The tawny blonde reached for his sandwich, when Luke Hemmings—the lanky blonde—suddenly jerked, shoving his fist in his mouth. Calum Hood smirked, while the taller boy hid his face in Cal's neck for a few moments, before wiping a thin layer of sweat off his forehead and turning to Ashton.

   "Hey, babe." He casually kissed the shorter lad's hand, deserving a carnation pink blush. Though Luke did it every time he greeted Ashton, the younger blonde still flushed each time.

   "Hi," Ash responded with an innocent smile, removing a notebook and shoving his backpack across the table. Luke took it with a thankful smile, leaning across the table to peck Ashton's soft nose. He lightly smacked a smirking Calum up the head, before carrying the bag towards a washroom. Michael high-fived the brown skinned boy, while Ash flipped through the notebook he held, to a page split into three sections with dark green ink.

   At the top of each was a different letter: C, L, and M. Within each portion were two boxes in marker, one red and the other purple. The seventeen-year-old added a tick in the red box under L, and a tick in the purple under C. "Luke's still beating you both," Ashton announced.

   The three eighteen-year-old's had a competition between them, to see who could make the other two cum in public. They gained points when they did that, or if they resisted half an hour of someone groping them, or whatever creative actions they could come up with, while keeping anyone other than the four lads clueless. They lost points, with tallies in the red box, by finishing in their pants. Ashton, because he was an innocent flower and the adorable bottom of the group, kept score. That, and he kept spare clothes for after one of the lads' boxers were sticky. The other three often skipped classes they didn't share with one of the boys, and in turn didn't carry bags.

   "Who's winning between us two?" Michael questioned, while absentmindedly tugging Ashton against his side, one arm around his shoulders, the other on the boy's black denim clad thigh. All four boys wore black skinny jeans, but Ashton wore a lavender shirt and Converse. The other three were clad in band shirts, combat boots, and had piercings and tattoos.

   Ash's cheeks tinted pink at Mikey's hand on his leg, but calculated quickly. "You. You're ahead by one." Michael grinned. He kissed the corner of the blonde's mouth happily. Calum pouted, tugging Ashton to his side of the table.

   "You may be winning but I get Ashy," the raven haired lad said petulantly, pulling Ash's lunch across the tabletop. Just as the blonde brought an orange slice to his mouth, Calum rested a hand on his upper thigh. Ashton choked, blushing and leaning against his friends muscled arm. "You okay, baby?" The blonde coughed once, before nodding.

   "Yeah," he murmured with an adorable smile, before glancing at the older boy's hand to assure it wasn't going to move any higher, and turning back to his food. Michael pouted jealously, grabbing Ashton's tanned hand. Luke arrived soon after, pouting at his lack of contact with Ashton. With a distasteful glance at the free seat, he slid onto the bench behind Ash, shifting the small boy onto his lap. He wrapped his pale arms around the blonde's thin waist, lightly nipping his ear.

"You look amazing," Luke whispered in his ear, as he did once every day. Ashton's tan cheeks tinted pink.

"Thank you," he murmured. "You're in the lead, by the way," he added. The older blonde smirked.

   "Michael'd probably be whooping us if he wasn't such a lightweight," Calum commented with a laugh. The blue-haired boy used the hand that wasn't linked with Ashton's to toss a fry at the boy. "How many point losses does he have compared to us?" The seventeen-year-old flipped through his notebook.

   "Mikey has twenty-seven points, and thirteen losses. Cal has twenty-one, negative six, and Luke has twenty-four and six," he read. Calum and Luke snickered, while Michael pouted. He stood and tugged Ashton onto the empty side of the table, seating the small blonde on his lap.

   "Hey, baby," he smiled. "Done eating?" Ash nodded. The group stood, Michael holding one of the seventeen-year-old's hands, Calum on his other side, on hand in the younger lads back pocket. Luke slung an arm around Mikey's neck, and the group walked into the school, and towards the library. The few people who were sprinkled throughout the hallway and in their path stepped to the side immediately.

The thing was, all four boys were exceptionally attractive and extremely charismatic, and therefore highly popular. More than that, they held a certain reputation around QCT High. A sleazy junior had come onto Ash when the boy was in his freshman year, while the other three were in their sophomore year. Luke and Calum had beaten him to a pulp, while Michael tugged Ashton away from the bloody scene. Then, in the seventeen-year-old's sophomore year, a senior had called the younger boy a few things, running along the lines of "slut," and "faggot."

That particular guy wasn't seen at the high school again.

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