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One thing Luke would have never expected was a snapchat message like this from Ashton. He didn't even know the man still used snapchat, so when he got the notification that Ashton Irwin had sent him a snap at 2 am the previous night, Luke thought maybe he had found a funny filter and sent him a selfie or something.

Well, it was a picture of himself, just not what Luke would have expected.

And Luke was very much straight and happy in his open relationship with a girl called Mandy (fictional made up character) .

So, not thinking much of it, he opened the message in the morning, while he was brushing his teeth.

Two seconds later, the buzzing toothbrush dropped to the floor, toothpaste getting all over the tiles.

"What the -", Luke gasped, spluttering toothpaste on the mirror and sink in front of him, too.

That was - that was certainly Ashton, his moon tattoos were visible in the shot. But what was also visible were his... private parts. Gripped into his right hand, with the pink shiny mushroom tip poking out was his dick. His erect dick.

Luke's knuckles were starting to turn white around the edges of his phone. He had no idea why he was even reacting like this. They had all seen each other naked before and even when those pictures of Calum got leaked years ago, he hadn't reacted like this. He had laughed it off.

But he wasn't laughing right now. Was it because Ashton had sepcifically sent that picture to him? Well, obviously it wasn't meant for him, but then why had Ashton not called yet and told him to not even look at it or had he not even noticed?

It was only 8 am right now after all. Yea, that must be it.

He closed the app and the picture disappeared.

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Ashton never came up to him to say anything, he seemed clueless the whole day.

Really clueless and dumb, Luke thought, because at half past midnight that night he got another notification.

Now that was his apology text, Luke thought.

But it was another picture. And not an apology picture, if that even existed.

It was a picture of Ashton standing in front of a mirror, bare from what Luke could see.

His legs were spread, phone in one hand and the other tightly gripping his balls.

The room was almost dark, but Luke could still see everything very clearly. Too clearly, because now he had an unobstructed view to Ashton's hard member and he couldn't help himself but tap on the screen to make the picture stay longer.

Luke was so straight. But then why was his own dick twitching in his pants when he - for whatever reason and also he would never ever admit he had done it - zoomed in to get an even better view?

And Luke was not going to be dumb enough to take a screenshot because snapchat notifies people when you take a screenshot, but he caught himself wanting to screenrecord his screen so he could keep the picture. Why would he want to keep a nude selfie of Ashton on his phone?

He had no clue, but the next night, when he was laying in bed again, alone once again because Mandy liked to go out partying and only come back in the morning, he was waiting to get a snapchat notification. But it didn't come. And when he woke up in the morning, the phone lost in the tangled bed sheets, there was still nothing.

But Ashton didn't dissappoint. Luke was singing along to old 5SOS songs, Mandy leaning on his chest, while she was scrolling through her own phone. She had told Luke about the guy she had met at the bar and how they had spent the night together and Luke had only nodded, mind elsewhere.

He didn't think much of it, when his phone made a small noise, signifying a new notification, but he immediately jumped up from the couch once he had turned on the screen and saw that it was a snapchat message from his older bandmate.

Mandy gave him a confused look, to which Luke only mumbled a "Need to make a call, be right back", before he all but stumbled out of the room.

Just to be extra safe, he locked himself in the bathroom upstairs where he had opened Ashton's first message three days ago. He still couldn't believe that Ashton seemingly hadn't noticed that he was sending his nudes to the wrong person.

He gulped, looked at his own blue and anxiously flickering eyes in the mirror, then he unlocked his phone.

Here we go, Luke thought, and with a deep breath and a weird tingly feeling in his stomach opened the message.

It was Ashton. Of course. He was in his basement, where he kept all his drums, his green shimmery snare drum even in the front of the picture.

But right behind it was Ashton's body, part of his upper body clad in a blue and black striped shirt visible, as well as his legs in grey sweatpants. It was just that those sweatpants were pulled down to just below the full balls, pink dick hanging or more like standing out.

Luke gulped audibly.

What was he supposed to do?

The decision was taken from him as he was alerted with yet another message from Ashton. Now that was new. Was it finally the 'oh shit, sorry, wrong chat' message?

It was not. Instead it was a picture of Ashton now having lost his shirt and from what he could see also his pants, fully bending over the snare drum and his face being in the shot.

Ashton's hazel eyes were staring right at him mischieviously, further back part of his penis still visible and the naked curve of his bent back.

He was grinning, dimples showing and a drum stick clad between his teeth.

If Ashton ever wanted to become a nude model instead of a drummer, he would definitely be successful. This was the sexiest and somehow also prettiest picture Luke had ever seen.

"Ash", he caught himself mumbling, taking in every detail.

Why - why was his own penis starting to grow at seeing Ashton bent over his own drums? The twitching a few nights ago he was able to ignore, but right now he could actually feel blood rushing down there.

Two seconds later he knew why. Or at least he couldn't possibly deny it anymore.

Another message showed up and without thinking, Luke opened it.

A shocked "oh my god" left the blonde's lips.

There was no more dick in this picture. But there was the drumstick. Just not in between Ashton's teeth anymore, but...it was... it was in his butt. In his damn butt.

How had he even taken this picture?

Both Ashton's hands were visible, each pulling one of his butt cheeks to the side in order to expose what was inbetween.

And inbetween was Ashton's fucking asshole with the drumstick pushed into it.

"What the fuck"

"What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck", with each repetition of those words, Luke's voice got louder.

How - why - Ashton - Luke had no idea what to think, his brain wasn't functioning anymore.

Of course he knew that some people did this, hell Mandy had told him about anal sex before but he had never wanted to do it, she had a pussy after all so why would he want to put his dick where she pooped out of?

And Ashton had just sent him a close up view of where...he pooped out of. And Luke certainly wasn't as disgusted as he wanted to be.

He took a few deep and shaky breaths, then he directed his eyes to his phone again. Just to see, just because he was curious, totally.

The pink hole and the wooden drumstick shimmered like they were wet with something. It seemed to trail down the drumstick.

Luke’s breath stuttered when he avtered his focus from that drumstick and instead stared right at the pink slightly swollen and shimmery wet rim of what was Ashton Irwin’s asshole. He was fucking staring at his bandmate’s asshole right now.

Did it really feel that good to put something in there?

Whether it did or not, a sudden anger came over Luke. Because these pictures weren’t meant for him and that meant that Ashton was sending these kinds of obscene pictures to someone else. And that was dangerous.

So without further debating it, he closed snapchat, the picture disappearing like all the others before it and after a bit of fumbling around he clicked the call button next to Ashton’s name in his phone.

It rang a few times...then it was denied.

Ashton had denied the phone call and oh hell no, Luke was not having that.

Sure, he might be in a very sexy phone call with the person the pictures were actually meant to go to or even have them over at his house right now, but Luke needed to speak to him now.

When he was denied the call again, he groaned loudly, then stomped down the stairs, gave his irritated girlfriend a quick kiss goodbye and jumped into his car.

If Ashton wasn’t going to pick up the phone, he would come to his door.

Two four-minute songs later, he rang the doorbell. And just in case Ashton wanted to ignore that as well, Luke kept his finger pressed to the button until he heard an annoyed groan through the speakers above it.

“Luke, seriously?”, Ashton sounded beyond annoyed.

And because Luke knew that Ashton could see him through the small camera, he frowned right at it with scrunched up eyebrows.

He could hear Ashton sigh through the speakers, then a long beep that signalled the door being opened.

Luke all but stomped up the stairs to Ashton’s front door, kicking off his shoes in the entrance hall with one of them kicking over a vase and while Ashton was starting to complain about that, Luke wordlessly grabbed his tattooed upper arm, fingers tightening around the black snake and pulled the other man with him to the living room.

“Luke, man, what is wro-“

Luke interrupted him by forcefully pushing, almost throwing, him onto his own couch. Ashton released a whimper when he landed but Luke barely registered it.

“Do you know”, he started angrily, crowding over Ashton, “how fucking dangerous what you’re doing is?”

Ashton only stared at him with wide eyes.

“Oh, come on”, Luke scoffed in return, “You can’t seriously not have noticed that you were sending your shit to the wrong person”

Now a grin formed on Ashton’s face. “Oh, no, I’ve noticed.”, he said.

Luke really wanted to smack that stupid grin off his face.

“Is that all you have to say to this? ‘Oh, no, I’ve noticed?’”, Luke was fuming, “Your tattoos are all over it, you fucker, this could ruin you!”

Ashton blinked in surprise at such swear words leaving Luke’s mouth, but didn’t say anything else.

So Luke kept ranting: “You can’t send pictures like this to people, Ashton! Did your stupid dumbass brain forget what happened to Calum a few years ago? How they published his pictures? Do you want that to happen to you?”

He stopped when he looked back into Ashton’s eyes.

The hazel eyes were big now, looking up at him from under dark eyelashes and looking like a lost puppy.

“But you- “, his voice seemed like a whisper compared to Luke’s loud one before, “but you wouldn’t- “

“Of course not me, Ash, but the other person, huh? Have you even thought about that? They can see your tattoos in it and – would you stop looking at me like that… what?”

Luke groaned in annoyance as Ashton’s eyes only seemed to have gotten bigger, making the lost puppy look even more prominent.

“I haven’t – “, he bit his lip, a blush spreading on his cheeks, “they were only for you”

Luke’s face displayed pure horror at Ashton’s mumbled words. Only for him? No! No, he refused to believe that Ashton would take pictures like this only – Luke wasn’t even gay for god’s sake and Ashton knew that!

“Oh yeah?”, he bent down to make his eyes the same height as Ashton’s, “And the first one? Was that only for me, you didn’t mean to send it to someone else?”

The guilty look that flashed on the drummer’s face told Luke that he was right.

“But only at the beginning”, Ashton’s big eyes were almost pleading now and Luke had never seen his friend like this, “Only the first two. I haven’t sent them anything else since!”

Luke seemed unfazed.

“Were your tattoos in it?”, his voice was cold, or at least he wanted it to sound cold.

Ashton averted his gaze for a moment, but before Luke could start with any more accusations, he rushed out: “But I blocked them! I really don’t send them pictures anymore!”

Luke continued to stare into the other’s eyes for a few moments, as if trying to figure out whether he was lying, then he stood upright again, grumbled out a “Good” with clenched fists and turned to leave.

Before he could even leave the living room, though, Ashton’s voice stopped him. “Wait”

Luke rolled his eyes and turned around, raising an eyebrow at the other man.

Ashton didn’t look like a puppy anymore, he looked unhappy, well possibly an unhappy and pissed off puppy.

“You’re just gonna leave? You tell me I’m good and then you leave?”

Luke’s other eyebrow rose to the same height as the already raised one.

“If you don’t actually think I’m good then don’t tell me I’m good.”

Okay, Luke was beyond confused. What did he even mean by that?

“If I’m not good – “, Ashton reached next to him to retrieve a drumstick that he then offered to Luke in his open palm, “Do you think I’m not good?”

“I – what?”, Luke was confused and concerned at the same time, “Ash, you know you’re a good drummer, why would you ask that – “

“No!”, Luke jumped a little at the shrill sound, “not – you have to hit me if you think I’m not good.”

And he reached out his palm with the drumstick more to Luke, nodding towards it.

“Hit you?”, Luke vehemently shook his head, “Ash, I would never hit you.”

“Right”, he tilted his head, “And you would never like my nudes, would you?”

Luke’s eyes widened in panic for a moment, before he quickly shook his head.

“Why did you look at them then?”, Ashton was clearly mocking him now.

And Luke wasn’t entirely sure if he had interpreted things correctly, but he didn’t want to let himself be mocked like this, so he just went for it. “Thought you wanted to be good”, he said, tilting his head too and grinning to himself when he successfully made his bandmate shut up, “This isn’t very good behaviour, you know.”

“I – “

“And sending nudes to strangers isn’t very good either”

Ashton was still staring at Luke, shocked by his sudden change of behaviour and Luke was enjoying it too much, so he went another step further and took the drumstick from Ashton’s hand.

Ashton’s eyes got wider, when Luke twirled it on his fingers and said nonchalantly: “Maybe you’re right, I should hit you. You sent me your nudes without asking for my consent after all.”

“Uhm – “

“What, you just assumed that I would like them? Would want them? What do you think I did with them, get off to them? Well, guess what, I didn’t.”

He stepped in front of Ashton again, looking down at him. “Don’t you feel weird sending me your nudes? Especially that last one? You sent me a picture of your asshole, that’s pretty weird if you ask me”

Ashton visibly gulped.

“Pretty weird”, Luke repeated.

Then, without any warning, he struck the drumstick over Ashton’s cheek, his face getting turned to the side with the speed of it.

Upon seeing the red stripe now covering Ashton’s face, though, Luke immediately dropped the drumstick, kneeling down to him and apologizing profusely while carefully cupping his cheek.

“Shit, shit, sorry. I’m so sorry, Ash, I don’t know why – shit, I’m so sorry.”

Ashton grabbed Luke’s wrist and pulled it away from his face.

“I like when you treat me like this”, he admitted quietly.

“Like..?”

“Like I’m disgusting. When you berate me like this.”

“But if you – I have no experience with this.”

“Yea, I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”, Ashton giggled a little, “And I know you have no experience. If you would’ve hated my pictures I would have long apologized for them, I promise.”

So it was obvious that Luke had not not liked them?

“Okay”, Luke mindlessly let his fingers trail over Ashton’s reddened cheek, “But if you… behave…”

“Then tell me I’m a good boy”, Ashton sounded breathless, when he said it, like he really wanted to be called that. He wanted to be good for Luke, so good.

“You’re not being very good, though, Ash”, Luke said after giving it a moment of thought. He purposefully made his voice sound disappointed.

Ashton’s gaze turned to that of a sad lost puppy again.

“A good boy would have long given me a real-life view of what I got to see in the pictures.”

And alright, Luke had expected Ashton to obey, but not as fast as he did. Within seconds he had jumped off the couch, turned around, pulled his pants and underwear off, almost tripping over the pant legs, and then he was showing off his butt to his best friend.

“Funny of you to assume that that’s what I wanted to see”

Ashton moved to turn around, but Luke stopped him with a laugh and a “No, no, this is good, I’m just teasing”

He took his time to look at Ashton’s bare butt for a bit. He would have never expected to at some point in his life be basically inspecting Ashton’s ass. And to be liking it.

And wanting to see more: “That’s not what you showed me in your pictures, though”

“Uhm”, Ashton hesitated.

“Come on”, Luke said, pushing on Ashton’s back to make him bend forward more and cause the side of his face to get pressed to the cushions of the back of the couch.

“Be good”, he added and that did it for the drummer. Long freckled fingers gripped into his own flesh and slowly, still hesitantly, pulled his cheeks apart.

Luke let out a gasp once he got a clear view. “You filthy little – “, he mumbled, then remembered that Ashton enjoyed being talked to this way, so he spoke louder, “You’re so dirty, Ash. Sitting here with a sex toy shoved up your ass, while you’re talking to me and acting all shy? So dirty, so filthy.”

“It’s – it’s – “

“It’s what, Ash?”

“It’s”, he took a shaky breath and Luke saw the pink rim clenching around the purple butt plug that was peeking out of him, “It’s so you have it easier.”

Luke wasn’t really listening, distracted, one hand laying itself onto Ashton’s back again, the other slowly reaching out and one finger experimentally poking the end of the toy. “Easier for what?”, he asked absentmindedly.

“Easier – ah”, Luke had given the toy a slight push, “Easier i – in case you want to fuck me”

Luke’s mind needed a few more moments in which he was still poking the purple plastic, until it had caught up with Ashton’s words.

“You want me to – “, he stopped himself from talking, only staring at the back of Ashton’s curly haired head.

The curls bounced as he nodded his head.

“If you think I’m a, I’m a good boy then you have to gi – give me a treat”

“Oh”, Luke grinned even though the other couldn’t see that, “I have to, huh?”

Ashton nodded his head more forcefully.

“And that’s the only treat you want? A bit picky of you, don’t you think?”

Ashton turned his head around at that, rolling his eyes at Luke and said: “Obviously I don’t want Cal or Mike to- “

Luke didn’t let him finish.

“Shush”, he ordered and turned Ashton’s head around again with a tight grip on his hair.

Ashton gasped, his hole clenching around the toy again.

Luke’s eyes zeroed in on it again. Something about this was so pretty to him and he didn’t understand why. This was his friend’s asshole with a sex toy in it for god’s sake, why was he so fascinated by it? And how beautiful would it look if he could see his own dick moving in and out of it instead? Luke had always liked watching his own dick drive in and out of Mandy, but he had never – would it feel different? Tighter for sure? Or not?

“Only one way to find out”, Luke mumbled to himself, ignoring Ashton’s questioning meep and gripped the end of the purple thing to start pulling it out.

What he had not expected though, was for Ashton to start gasping and mewling the way he did. A long stream of high pitched sounds started leaving his mouth as soon as Luke started pulling.

“Feel that good, huh?”, Luke grinned as he pulled the buttplug so it was barely keeping inside Ashton.

He didn’t let the other man answer before he pushed it back in as far as it would go without losing his grip, in one quick and powerful motion.

Ashton screamed out, his knees buckling.

“Please, please”, he whimpered, when Luke didn’t move it any more.

Luke grinned wider. Something about this high pitched tone the drummer seemed to not be able to control made Luke feel so excited, he wasn’t even denying the hard on in his pants anymore.

In fact, it was starting to feel quite tight with his pants in the way.

“I - I, yes, yes – please”, Ashton whimpered desperately when he heard the zipper of the other man’s pants being pulled down. He started to turn his head, wanting to see, but Luke gripped onto his hair and pushed his face back into the cushions.

“But Lukey, please”, Ashton mumbled into them.

“You can look when I fucked you”, Luke grunted, and without warning pulled the plug out, throwing it somewhere over his shoulder, possibly a bit too enthusiastically.

But he didn’t notice the sound of it knocking something, whatever it was, over and had barely registered Ashton’s long gasp when he had pulled it out. He was too focused on the now empty hole closing around nothing and clenching repeatedly like it was searching for something to wrap itself around of.HHhheojdoej

“Damn, Ash”, Luke mumbled stunned, “You’re so – I don’t think I can go back to pussy after this”

Luke wasn’t sure if he was joking or not because this was certainly a sight to behold. Once again, he didn’t notice Ashton’s mumbling of “Then don’t”

Suddenly Luke realized “Shit, we have no lube”

He was really not willing to leave his position and this sight, but he knew there was no way that anal sex would work without lube, except maybe spit but Luke wasn’t sure if that would really be enough.

But it was definitely something he wanted to do, just not now, “Imma rim you one of these days”, he stated and received another mumbled string of pleas from Ashton’s mouth in response.

“Not now, though, just wanna fuck you now, babe”

“There’s lube behind that cushion”, Ashton almost shamefully admitted, gasping at the soft slap he received to his ass in response and the mumbled “dirty little boy”, before Luke pulled a small lube bottle from behind said cushion.

He didn’t tell Ashton what he was doing, just kept the man guessing and waiting, while he spread lube onto his fingers and already on his dick, too.

He got a little carried away when he started smearing it onto his dick, starting to stroke the length, while his gaze was focused on Ashton’s still slightly clenching hole again.

Ashton must have heard the squelching sounds of the lube moving on Luke, because he started to turn his head around again, but Luke was quick to grip onto his curls again and press his face back to the couch.

“What did I say about looking at me?”

“S-sorry”

“I think you need to be punished again, Ashy”, Luke mused.

Ashton enthusiastically pushed his ass towards Luke in response and Luke chuckled at how eager he was. He squeezed his cheeks with lube wet hands for a moment, then he let go and pushed two fingers into the other man without warning.

“Your punishment is that you’ll be coming from my fingers and when you’re still gasping from your orgasm, I’ll fuck you and make you come again, baby”

Ashton’s knees buckled, barely holding himself in the bent over standing position, as he moaned.

Luke deemed that as answer enough, finally starting to move his fingers. He scissored them to spread Ashton and changed the angle until the other man screamed into the couch, biting the leather to prevent further sounds leaving him.

“There?”, Luke asked, grinning devilishly even though Ashton couldn’t see him.

“Huh?”, he added, when he didn’t get a response and drove his fingers in harder.

Ashton mewled again, unable to get any actual words out.

Only when his knees started to buckle so much that Luke had to get a hand under his tummy to hold him up, otherwise Ashton would've collapsed into the couch, did he start crying out a string of "Luke, Luke, Luke"

Luke loved the way it sounded so helpless, like there was nothing but him in Ashton's brain. And probably, at this moment, there wasn't.

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"I- I", Ashton was gasping, legs shaking and hands desperately grabbing onto the couch cushions.

"Come, Ash", Luke said, fingers speeding up even more, rubbing over that spot inside the other man again and again, "Come for me, Ash, come all over your couch like the dirty boy you are"

Ashton cried out, Luke's name leaving his wet lips again and his whole body started to shudder.

"L-Luke, ahhhh!", he shouted, while gasping for breath at the same time when his legs actually gave in and his dick started twitching heavily, while pumping load after load of cum out and onto the couch and Ashton's own chest.

Luke was holding Ashton up, a hand still under his belly, that got striped with cum as well.

For a millisecond Luke felt disgusted, but when he saw Ashton's glassy eyes and wide opened mouth as the man turned his face to the side where it was still pressed to the edge of the couch, he forgot about that.

"Fuck, Ash", he mumbled, stroking over the sweaty back of the man stil shaking heavily in front of him.

Ashton mewled quietly and let himself be turned around and laid on the couch. He slowly blinked up at Luke who's eyes were travling down the others' cum covered chest. Ashton blushed heavily when his gaze got stuck on the now spent wet dick laying on one of his large thighs, not that it would have been noticable with how red he already was.

He was out of breath, but still managed to mumble a "You - will you fuck...me now?" when he set his own eyes on Luke's erection. His pants were opened just enough for it to be freed, shiny with the lube that Luke had already applied and Ashton's half lidded eyes couldn't stop staring at it now that he had caught sight of it.

He loved it. It's size, the shape, the color - and he wanted it.

Luke wanted something else. He crouched over Ashton, one leg on each side of his thighs after he had rid himself of his pants -which looked very questionable with one hand but he didn't mind it with the soft giggles it made Ashton release.

The giggles died however, when Luke's hand was pushed right in front of his face and the blonde said: "Lick"

This was not a question, it was a demand. And something in Ashton churned at the thought of licking his own cum off of his best friend's hand, something that told him this was disgusting, but he pushed it down and obliged. Under Luke's hard stare thre was really no other option for him.

Still a little hesitant, he opened his mouth just an inch wide and took Luke's fingertip into his mouth. His tongue carefully nudged it, kitten licking the saltiness off of it.

One finger after another he slowly put into his mouth to clean and then again when Luke swiped up the cum splattered on his stomach. Luke hummed when he was done, turning his hand as if inspecting whether Ashton had done a good job.

He had. Luke hummed again, then put both hands on either side of the others head on the couch and leaned down so far that their noses were almost touching.

"Do you want to be fucked now?", he asked in such a husky voice that it made the shorter one get goosebumps and flutter his eyelashes in surprise.

A gasp followed when Luke leaned down further, softly biting into his collarbone and asking: "Hm?"

Ashton could do nothing but arch his head back, giving Luke as much space as possible on his neck.

The blonde immediately took the invitation, his hot tongue licking up from where he had still softly been nibbling on the collarbone all the way to under Ashton's ear, where he turned to kiss his earlobe and used his teeth to tug on the single earring there.

"Ashton", he gave a sharp tug before he pulled away, "say yes or I won't do it"

"Yes, yes", Ashton's eyes got big again, for the third time today bringing back this puppy look that made Luke want to cuddle him and kiss all over his freckled blushing cheeks and fuck him raw at the same time.

"Good boy", Luke whispered into the others' ear and received a whine in return.

"You ready for your treat, baby boy? Cuz I'm gonna give you what you want"

Ashton's eyes were squeezed shut, overwhelmed by the praise and the feeling of another bigger body on top of his own, but he nodded sharply.

It was all he had time for anyway, because the next second Luke was pushing the tip of his dick into his best friend's asshole. Luke had no idea when he had gone from 'I am so straight' to 'Hey, let me fuck Ashton in the ass', but he didn't want to think about that right now. He didn't care. All he cared about was that incredibly tight feeling around his dick. He was barely able to move forwards.

"Ash", he tried, but only got another whine, "Ash, hey"

Said boy finally opened his eyes, mouth agape and looking back at Luke only inches away from his own face.

"You gotta relax, Ash, you gotta let me in", he tried to grin but only received a pathetic lift of Ashton's lips in return. He wasn't relaxing.

And, well, Luke always relaxed when he was kissing. He wasn't sure if that was crossing a line, because some people perceived kissing as something really private and intimate, but he slowly leaned in, giving Ashton time to protest or pull away and when he didn't, Luke leaned down the last two inches and carefully pressed his lips to Ashton's.

It felt very much like kissing any random girl or even Mandy. Except for the slight stubble tickling his own stubbled chin and there was no stickiness from lipgloss, just rough chapped but still really soft lips against his.

At first Ashton didn't react, still hyperaware of the warm tip of a penis against his hole, but eventually he started reciprocating the kiss, moving his lips against Luke's. There was no tongue, no urgency or heat to it, just sensual kissing. If this hadn't been to relax Ashton enough so Luke could fuck him, it would have almost been romantic. Or maybe it was romantic, but Luke was choosing to ignore that.

His chest was touching Ashton's own sweaty one and Luke was surprised that he was okay with that. Because Luke loved boobs. A lot. And obviously Ashton didn't have any, his chest was entirely flat, it was hairy. But something about Ashton's wide arms wrapping around his shoulders, the hair on his chest rubbing over Luke's nipples and his hard dick poking into Luke's hip made the blonde shiver. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before.

And yet it was the same. It was sex. Just sex, just Luke pushing his dick into another body.

Except that the body belonged to Ashton this time. Big muscly older bandmate Ashton.

Who was crumbling under Luke, when Luke started pushing into him again, releasing high pitched sounds, his legs falling further open on Luke's sides and apparently he loved to be praised and called a good boy.

"So - so good, Ash, shit, you're tight", the blonde mumbled, hiding his face in the others' neck and breathing against it hotly.

Ashton only answered with more moans.

Luke was sure there would be bruises on his shoulders from where Ashton was holding onto him tomorrow. He started moving experimentally and well, if he was going to have bruises, Ashton would have bite marks on his neck, because Luke really couldn't help but push his lips into the soft sweaty skin when Ashton clenched tightly around him.

Although there was plenty of lube, it was almost difficult to move. "just so tight", Luke kept repeating because he truly was in awe from that. How was this not painful for Ashton?

And how was he asking for "faster, Luke, come on"?

Luke obeyed. Of course he did. He picked up the pace, pushing in and drawing out faster, his hands slipping first next to Ashton's head, then when he tried to balance them on his hips.

So he leaned back further, ignoring Ashton's whimpering protests, and grabbed one of his legs, his hand splaying over the underside of one of Ashton's thighs. It almost felt surreal when Luke lifted his leg, hooking Ashton's ankle over the back of his shoulder, the big muscled thigh lying on his chest. It felt heavy, but Luke loved the weight.

And it was great to hold on to. One hand again on Ashton's hip, the other gripping into the flesh of the thigh on his chest, he bent forward slightly, bending Ashton's leg towards his own chest, which he didn't mind due to all the yoga he did and then he picked up the pace once again.

He picked it up a lot. Ashton's head fell back against the pillows with a scream when Luke started slamming into him, so that Luke could only see the stubbled underside of his chin, his hands grabbing for the edges of the couch to hold on to something, anything.

"Fuck, fuck, Lu - ah!"

Luke grumbled in response, continuing to slam into the other man. He loved it. He loved it so much and the way Ashton's dick was bouncing with all the movement, a thin stream of precum leaking and spreading over his stomach, sweat dripping down his neck and making his chest hair damp - Luke didn't give a fuck about boobs. Fuck boobs, Luke was thinking, I just want dick. He wasn't thinking straight, in no way.

"Cum, Ash", he gasped when he could feel his own high approaching, pulling at his insides and making his thrusts become uncoordinated, "you're such - such a good boy, let go f - for me, Ash"

Ashton nodded his head eagerly, a pathetic "mmmhm, ah, Lu - uke", leaving his open mouth.

"Come on, baby", Luke bent down further, feeling Ashton's thigh cramp with the stretch of being bent so far, but all Ashton did was release a strangled cry at the pet name and start trashing around under Luke when the new angle reached even deeper inside him.

Luke's own eyes rolled back and he lost his grip on Ashton's hip, trying to hold himself up by just holding onto the couch so he didn't crash on top of the other man and probably break his leg because Ashton might be flexible but not that flexible.

Ashton's dick was starting to twitch, his moans turning into loud wails and screams, before his back arched, chest almost touching Luke's and his own thigh - okay, maybe he was that flexible - and strings of hot white cum shot from his swollen tip.

Luke didn't let up with the pace at which he was fucking Ashton, continuing to draw into him rapidly even when the other man started to weakly try to push at Luke's chest, his thigh muscles tensing and untensing, just like his hole was clenching and unclenching around Luke. But Luke knew he could take it, Ashton was still arching his back, pushing his chest towards him, exposing his neck for him and begging him to come on him.

"You want - want my cum on you, huh?", Luke grunted during thrusts.

"Mmmhm, please, Luke, mmh", Ashton mewled, basically showing off his sweaty chest to him, patting his hands on it as if to show him where he wanted it.

Just when Luke's hips started to twitch, he pulled out, ripped the condom off in record speed and with less than two full tugs of his hand on his cock, he was squirting his cum right onto the drummer.

White mixed with white that Ashton had left there himself, more getting shot into that damn hot chest hair and a few stripes reaching up towards Ashton's neck and pooling in his collarbones.

"Fuck, fuck", Luke mumbled, sliding Ashton's leg down his shoulder so that it was just hanging in the crook of his elbow and finally collapsing into Ashton, the mess of cum getting smeared on him, too.

Ashton let out a gasp at the sudden pressure of the others' tall body on his and the weight, but he still wrapped shaking arms around Luke's back and shoulders.

"Thank you", he murmurmed into Luke's ear, kissing it and massaging his shoulder with shaky hands.

Luke was shaking, too. Not from his orgasm, but from all his thoughts crashing down on him now.

"I", he lifted himself up, not being able to look into his best friend's eyes, "I, uh -"

His arms wanted to give out when he sat up and he just wanted to cuddle back into Ashton's chest but he couldn't. He couldn't be here any longer, he needed to leave and he needed to think. God, he couldn't think.

Ashton's droopy smiles vanished when he caught on that Luke was planning to leave. He sat up as well, untangling his leg from Luke's arms and pulled both legs up to his chest, as he watched the other man hurriedly pull his clothes on.

Luke knew it looked horrible the way he was trying to flee the scene, but he couldn't handle it. He barely had put his shoes on and then he was storming out of Ashton's house, not looking back once.

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Ashton jumped when his front door slammed close. He bit his lip so hard it drew blood, wrapped his arms tightly around his body, hid his face in his knees but it didn't help. He started crying and soon sobbing.

He felt absolutely pathetic. So pathetic. And so so stupid.

An angry cry left his wobbling lips when he remembered the cum still splattered on his chest. Luke hadn't even bothered to ask if he was okay, no aftercare, no nothing. He had fucked him and then he had left. He couldn't even move from his spot on the couch. He just sat there, fully naked, cum slowly drying on his body and tears on his face for hours.

He tried, but he just couldn't get himself to move.

He was freezing and still crying.

His phone was on the coffee table in front of him.

He almost fell off the couch when he reached for it, but he managed to get it and after a few tries his shaking fingers finally opened his messaging app.

'caan you cxome ovr' he typed and pressed send.

Michael showed up barely fifteen minutes later. Everyone knew Ashton didn't drink so he couldn't have been drunk and therefore made all these typos and when Ashton was high, he texted dumb shit like 'hey, check out this dancing hedgehog video i found, it looks like you'. Well, okay, he also sent stuff like that when he was sober. But he didn't make such bad typos and he always used punctuation, so Michael knew that something was wrong. Bad wrong.

He let himself into his bandmate's house with the key from his keychain that had all the keys to his bandmate's houses. They all had each other's keys, that's just how they were.

"Ash?", if Ashton had been in a good mood he would've made fun of how loud Michael was shouting when he was just in the next room, "Ashton, are you - Ash!"

He didn't look up when Michael found him in his living room, also not when he crouched down in front of him, asking what was going on, if he was okay, to please talk to him.

"Shit", Michael was mumbling, "Should I call the other boy-"

Ashton was shaking his head heavily before he could even finish the question. Alright, Michael could be a good friend, he could take care of him, he could do this.

"I'll - I'll get you your robe, okay? Just wait here"

And of course Ashton waited. He hadn't moved an inch when Michael came back with his colorful robe that he loved to wear around the house basically every chance he got.

Michael carefully put it around his shoulders, leaving it to Ashton to slip his arms into the sleeves, which he did after a few more moments.

The sleeves covered his palms and Ashton wiped one of them over his face, sniffling and looking up for the first time in hours.

Michael almost started crying on the spot, the last time he had seen his older friend look so utterly broken was when he had admitted his self harm and depression to the band.

He just wanted to hug him and tell him that everything was going to be okay. That he was there for him, they all were. Except that one of them wasn't but Michael didn't know that.

"I ran you a bath, it should be ready now" Michael kept his voice quiet, as if talking to a scared animal. Ashton shook his head, he didn't want to bath, he wanted to keep sitting here and pity himself.

"You know I can't carry you. But I'll try if you don't get up", Michael tried to joke and his day got twenty times better when Ashton's lips actually twitched upwards for a second.

"I - but I"

"I almost stepped on a used condom when I came in, okay. I know what's going on", Michael interrupted him and Ashton pulled a face.

Before he could apologize, even though it wasn't even his fault, Michael just shook his head and pulled at his wrist, urging him to get up.

He did. His legs almost gave out, but he held himself with Michael's hands around his biceps and then he limped into the bathroom. He didn't want to think about why he was limping. He didn't want to think about any of it.

Michael wordlessly turned the faucet off, sticking one hand into the full bathtub to see if the temperature was alright and when he decided it was, he nodded to Ashton and made a small hand gesture towards the water, smiling hopefully.

Ashton averted his eyes to the from wash gel pink water, then back to his friend.

He let out a relieved breath when he noticed that the guitarist was inspecting his shower as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. Michael was Michael, he was always able to make a situation comically awkward, but just this once Ashton was thankful for it. And he didn't think about the other band member that was incredibly good at awkward situations at all when he slid his robe off and slipped into the water.

It was hot, just on the edge of not being too hot.

"I'm a failure, Michael. Such a failure."

Michael's face turned into an expression of pure pain. He knew if he tried to tell him he wasn't, Ashton would immediately object, so instead he carefully asked: "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

Ashton kept his eyes on the water, drawing slow shaky circles on the slightly foamy surface.

"I-", he began, but stopped and stayed quiet for another few minutes. Michael patiently waited, sometimes being quiet and just being present was enough and it was all Ashton needed right now, he would talk when he could.

"I need the shampoo", he mumbled after a while and Michael was glad to get up and get it. For Ashton and because his butt was starting to hurt from sitting on the tiles floor but he would sit here for weeks if it meant he could be there for his best friend.

Ashton attempted to bring up his arms to put the shampoo on his hair, but felt so incredibly weak. Michael wordlessly pealed the bottle from his long fingers to do it.

The tears running down the drummer's cheeks were from the embarrassment of having to have his bandmate wash his hair, Michael thought, and partly they were. But mostly, Ashton was thinking about Luke. Luke should be here with him right now, taking care of him, rubbing his fingers across his scalp to wash all the sweat and smell of sex out of his hair. Tell him how much he enjoyed what they had done together, but he wasn't here. He hadn't even looked back, he hadn't even looked at him from the moment he had pulled out, like Ashton was just a toy that was used once and then thrown away.

And Ashton blamed himself. He always blamed himself for things and he had started it. He was the one to keep sending Luke his nudes, he had probably made it look like he was exactly that: a toy to be used and then thrown away. Luke had fucked him because Ashton had put a 'free to fuck' sign on himself and then he had left. He was probably holding Mandy in his arms right now, telling her how much she meant to him.

"I had sex", Ashton said so quietly Michael barely understood it and he almost didn't manage to stop the 'duh' from slipping out, "with a friend"

"A good friend", Ashton added when Michael didn't react. It wasn't any news that Ashton liked to have sex and wasn't opposed to doing it with people he was friends with.

"And he just left you like that?", Michael asked, not going for the obvious 'who' question, because if Ashton had wanted to give him this detail he would have done so.

A small sob was answer enough.

"I'm gonna bash their head in with a shovel and burry them", Michael mumbled and Ashton hiccuped out a small sad laugh.

"No, seriously, Ash, I am so sorry for this-"

"You don't-"

"I know", Michael said, shielding Ashton's eyes from the water he was now pouring onto his head to wash out the shampoo like you'd do with a child, "But if I ever find out who it was, they can expect, well, something"

Ashton smiled weakly, tears continuing to stream down his cheeks. He hoped that no one would ever find out that it was Luke. Luke, the sweet angel voiced youngest member of their band. Luke, who everyone loved.

"You know what", Michael said after the bath, while he was making a cup of coffee for Ashton who was miserably crouching on the couch, "screw him"

Ashton's tried eyes met his.

"Yea", Michael nodded energetically, "Screw that guy. He's a fucking asshole and he doesn't deserve a single second of you thinking about him. We're gonna go out and have one hell of a time -a sober time, of course", he added the last part when he remembered that Ashton didn't drink. But he could still party and have great fun, and he'd do that with Michael, yes he would.

Ashton didn't seem to excited at his master plan.

"No party?"

Ashton shook his head, a sad sigh escaping his lips.

"Alright, then a movie night", Michael smiled brightly at his new idea, "C'mon, Ash, you can't resist that"

The drummer shrugged and took the hot coffee cup with some mumbled words that were supposed to be a 'thank you'.

Michael wasn't always the biggest cuddler but he knew Ashton could use a portion of cuddles right now. Ashton didn't object to the arm around his shoulders, blankly staring at the tv as Michael turned it on.

"Do you want anyone else to come over?", Michael asked carefully. He knew he had asked that when he had arrived but maybe a movie night between all four of them would help Ash to takr his mind off of things.

"No, just you", Ashton mumbled, sadness so crystal clear in his voice. He would have loved to have Calum here, too, but if he asked for Calum but not the fourth member of the band as well, it would raise questions. And some calm quiet time with Michael was also nice.

Ashton tried to convey his thankfulness to him by leaning into his shoulder.

"Okay", Michael wrapped his arm tighter around his best friend. Ashton was breathing okay, he was clean, all those touches washed off and Michael was here for him and he'd make weird comments and try to be funny until he felt better.