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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      5_Seconds_of_Summer_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Luke_Hemmings/Ashton_Irwin
  Character:
      Luke_Hemmings, Ashton_Irwin, Calum_Hood
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      Extremely_Dubious_Consent, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Manipulation, Emotional
      Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological_Abuse, Abuse, Abusive
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      Calling, Rough_Sex, Underage_Sex, Angst, Loss_of_Virginity, Crying,
      Humiliation, Verbal_Humiliation, Drug_Use, Dark, it's_a_very_dark_story,
      proceed_with_caution_please, Luke_is_15, Obsessive_Behavior, Ashton_is
      25, Age_Difference, Age_Play, "Age_Play"_lol, it_really_isn't, but_some
      people_might_say_it_is_so, Panties, Knifeplay, Watersports, the
      watersports_are_mild, Wetting, Mind_Psychological_Horror
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      Published: 2015-09-17 Updated: 2015-12-05 Chapters: 3/? Words: 12227
****** Lolita (ON HIATUS) ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     how will we blur the lines between Love and Manipulation?
Notes
     hey guys :) i got the idea for this story a couple weeks ago when i
     was going through some of my old books and i saw one of my favorite
     books called 'Lolita' by Vladimir Nabokov. i always found the story
     and the concept and the psycology behind it all so thought provoking.
     anyway, this story is somewhat based off it.
     a warning to some readers though: this story may be triggering. it's
     about an extremely abusive and manipulative relationship. one person
     in the relationship has a lot of power over the other. i'm in no way
     romanticizing this topic, i am merely telling a story.
     but if you are triggered by these things, or if they make you
     uncomfortable, either don't read this story or be extremely careful
     i just want everyone to stay safe
     love you guys v much xx
     DISCLAIMER: DO NOT steal or copy any part of my work under any
     circumstances. do not post my work and pass it off as your own. do
     not translate and repost without my permission. i worked very hard on
     this fic and it would piss me the fuck off to have something i put so
     much effort into stolen
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
[Chicago commercial photographers]
 Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the
tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at
three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
 
 
He was almost nude the first time Ashton saw him. His pale, adolescently lanky
body sprawled over a beach towel, clad in only a pair of lacy women's panties,
a rose blossom pink. Milky skin glowing from the unforgiving light of the sun.
He was small, gracefully petite. A soft, prettily sized bum. Willowy. Prominent
collarbones, a gap in his thighs. Slender hips, slender waist, tiny wrists that
a watch wouldn't grip onto.
 
 
His hands were the size of someone young. Exceedingly, limitlessly, explicitly
young. They were soft, he could even tell from a distance. He always knew what
soft, inexperienced hands looked like.
 
 
His hair was blonde, the color of the sand and lemons, the cherubic hue of
innocence. His locks were long in some places, short in others, falling onto
his forehead and curling around his ears and the base of his neck.
 
 
His lips were full, the color of cotton candy, and he imagined they'd be just
as soft and pillowy. His eyebrows were upturned, furrowed in shyness and
naivety at no one in particular. Beautiful.
 
 
He seemed to be looking for something. Ashton never knew what the boy was
looking for. Maybe friends? Maybe answers? It was something he didn't waste his
time in caring.
 
 
He knew he wanted the boy, wanted his innocence and childlike curiosity. He
wanted something to manipulate, something to corrupt. Something to be his
obedient, idealistic little thing. Someone to play that part.
 
 
He wanted other things too. He wanted that petite body, those slender thighs to
wrap around his waist, those bijou hands running the soft fingertips down his
back, clawing the deeply tanned skin.
 
 
He wanted those plump, sinful lips, wrapped around his cock while he choked,
asking for instruction. He wanted those watery blue eyes to flutter and bubble
with tears of pain and ecstasy as he entered him, wanted those rosy cheeks
blushing twice more, the skin heating up.
 
 
He wanted to hear the sounds his pretty little mouth made, high pitched
whimpers expected from a body so small. Breathy, jagged, broken pants, unsure
of how to feel.
 
 
God he wanted it so much. To tear away every fiber of innocence from his pure,
ripe body.
 
 
He wanted to pervert him, degrade him, corrupt him in every sense of the word.
He knew he could. People like him were easily swayed. Trusting to a fault.
Always seeing the best in people.
 
 
He wasn't supposed to be there. The area was closed off, abandoned by the city.
It may have been a popular spot once, he could almost feel the nostalgic laughs
coming from friends daring each other to dive into the waves. Sneak a joint or
two, some of mom and dad's liquor.
 
 
Ashton smirked as he started away from the secluded area, licking his lips and
tucking his hair behind his ears. He knew what he was going to do now. This was
going to be so easy.
 
 
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
 
 
He saw the boy again, about two days later, in between the afternoon and the
evening. The air was a little cold, chilly enough to be brisk but not enough to
be wearing anything more than a light jacket.
 
 
But the boy was wearing a fluffy beanie, faded and blue, and a grey knit scarf,
hastily wrapped around his neck, stuffed into a fitted hoodie that really
showed off how petite his frame was.
 
 
His cheeks were flushing from the cold and his lips were parted, staring and
analyzing everyone who walked past him. People watcher.
 
 
His eyes fluttered open as he caught Ashton staring at him shamelessly, his
head cocking to the side sweetly. He blinked and gave the older man a soft
smile with the subtle nip of his lips. Beautiful.
 
 
“Hello.” He said, his even voice more delicate and vulnerable than Ashton
thought it would be, leaking with innocence and childlike curiosity. He
practically is a childthe older man thought, silently hoping he wasn’t too
tooyoung. Not that it ever stopped him when he really wanted something though.
 
 
“Hi, I’m Ashton. Irwin.” He said, smiling widely, letting his dimples show and
his eyes crinkle. A trustworthy look. The blonde boy giggled softly, the cutest
sound the older man had ever heard.
 
 
“Is it Ashton? Or Irwin?” He questioned, a coy raise of his eyebrow. The older
man chuckled, shutting his eyes easily and relaxing his shoulders. The type of
gesture that made you look causal. Genuine.
 
 
“It’s Ashton. Irwin is my last name.”
 
 
The blonde boy nodded softly, like he was confirming something and the curly
haired man noticed the boy’s lower lip was quivering slightly, shivering a
little from the unforgiving air of Chicago. It was called the windy city for a
reason.
 
 
“My name’s Luke Hemmings.” He said assuredly, almost as if he was making sure
he pronounced his own name correctly. He gave the older man a blushy smile, and
his eyes sparkled and fuckLuke was an ocean and Ashton wanted to swim deep.
 
 
“So, Luke what’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here in the cold?” He
asked with a gentle smile and the blue eyed boy’s breath visibly hitched.
 
 
“I-I uh…my parents kicked me out of the house…” Ashton’s ears perked up at this
statement. This was almost too easy. He didn’t notice the small sniffling
sounds coming from the blonde sitting on the cool, metal bench beneath him.
 
 
“That’s awful, love. Why would they do something like that?” He asked,
furrowing his brows and softening his voice in some sort of false form of
concern.
 
 
“They got mad at me…I think my brother Jack told them I like boys, a-and I
don’t know how he knew because I never told him! But…I was gonna stay at my
friends Calum’s house but he’s out with his family and they won’t be home until
late tonight. So I’m just…staying here until then.” He said quietly, like he
was embarrassed of admitting what happened. He sniffled softly as he bowed his
head, and Ashton saw his oceany blue eyes start to get watery. He hiccuped
loudly and wiped at his eyes, hiding his face from the older man.
 
 
“Oh, Luke don’t cry.” He said softly, cupping his soft cheeks and caressing the
warm skin with his thumb. “I don’t like to see pretty boys cry.”
 
 
The blonde boy shook his head and pouted, whispering a small sorry.
 
 
“If you don’t have anywhere to stay, you can hang out at my house before your
friend gets home.”
 
 
Luke eyes lit up, a smile brighter than any sun forming on his house.
 
 
“You’d really do that?” He asked, standing up from the rusty bench, having to
look up because Ashton was so much taller than him.
 
 
“Of course. It’s not a big deal.” He said and the younger boy let out a soft
sigh and Ashton had to clench his fists together because it closely resembled a
whimper.
 
 
“How old are you, Luke?” He said finally, trying to keep the easy smile on his
face, trying not to look at the blue eyed boy like he was a slab of meat.
 
 
“’M fifteen.” He said, his voice sweet and smooth like caramel and the older
man almost visibly licked his lips. This was so wrong. He almost felt guilty.
But the feelings remorse never lasted long for him. He wasn’t even sure if what
he felt could be described as remorse. It was almost like he forced himself to
feel a little remorse, tricking himself so he could feel a little less fucked
up.
 
 
“I’m twenty-five. So just a little older than you.” He said with a chuckle.
Luke smiled softly and Ashton noticed a dimple cutting into one of his cheeks.
He looked like an angel.
 
 
“Luke do you want to get some coffee before we go? You look a little cold.” The
blonde boy shrugged, pursing his lips like he was thinking of something.
 
 
“I don’t think I’m allowed to drink coffee.” He whispered, like it was
something to hide. The older man rolled his eyes playfully and glanced at his
watch quickly.
 
 
“I think we can make an exception this time, love. C’mon, I know a really nice
place.”
 
 
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
 
 
“What’s the coffee shop called?” The blonde boy said as he leaned against the
freshly cleaned windows of Ashton’s car. His breath was fogging up the glass,
and he was glad he wasn’t outside anymore because he started to see tiny
droplets of rain falling on the crowded streets.
 
 
“It’s the Bridgeport coffee shop, the one on Morgan Street. They make the best
cappuccino.” The older man said absentmindedly. Bridgeport really was his
favorite coffee shop. He only wanted to give the best to Luke.
 
 
The blonde boy nodded softly and stared at the raindrops on the car window
again, watching at them race down the glass. He really wanted the one on the
right to win. He caught a glance of the older man next to him, hazel eyes
fixated on the slippery road, golden locks tucked behind his ears. He couldn’t
help but smile. He was the handsomest, sweetest stranger he’d ever met.
 
 
He did always remember his mom warning him not to talk to strangers, how you
couldn’t trust just anyone on the street. But he knew Ashton wasn’t like that.
Ashton was sweet and handsome and was nice enough to let Luke stay at his house
until he could go to Calum’s house. What sort of bad person did that?
 
 
Sure, he’d just met the older man; he really had no way of knowing he was a
serial killer or not. But he had such a nice smile, and his voice was so gentle
and his eyes were so sparkly. Luke remembered hearing something about being
able to tell someone’s true intentions by looking in their eyes. And the only
things that he saw in Ashton’s eyes were caring and concern and empathy. How
could someone like that be bad?
 
 
He let his cheek rest on the window, the cold air stimulating his warm skin. He
always liked that feeling. Warm against cold. It always made him feel like some
sort of word he didn’t know.
 
 
“We’re here baby.” Ashton mumbled as he switched off the engine in the car,
pulling the keys out. His glance shifted to the blonde next to him, he cheeks
heavily red.
 
 
“B-baby?” He questioned, his lips parted, plump and pink as ever.
 
 
“Oh I’m sorry. I won’t call you that if you don’t like it.” The older man said
calmly, eternally panicking, hoping he didn’t mess everything up.
 
 
“N-no…I like it.” He said softly, chewing on his bottom lip, the sharp little
teeth making an impression. “No one’s ever called me that before.”
 
 
The curly haired man clenched his jaw tightly, resisting the urge to take Luke
right then and there, strip everything from him, feel his tiny body melt in his
touch, becoming completely compliant. Letting out whimpers of pleasure and
pain, soft puffs of hot breath coming from his pretty little mouth, fogging up
the windows.
 
 
“Okay baby. C’mon, let’s go inside.” He said, opening his own door, and then
walking to the other side of the car to open Luke’s door, forever polite. If
his dad taught him one thing, it was how to be a gentleman.
 
 
The blonde boy smiled at him, showing one dimple and jumped out of Ashton’s
SUV, his knees buckling a little because the car was so high up. He remembered
seeing the same car somewhere else before, just in a different color. Was it
called a g wagon? He couldn’t recall.
 
 
He almost skipped his way to the door of the coffee shop, wanting to get away
from the rain quickly. The wet, bone chilling air always made his cheeks turn
too pink, and he didn’t really like that. But other people seemed to like it.
They always said it was so cute.
 
 
He followed Ashton inside the coffee shop aimlessly, taking in the sounds of
espresso machines dripping into tiny cups, the subtle hiss of steaming milk.
The slightly bitter, earthy smell of the coffee and the sickly sweet smell of
caramel. It was warm inside, chock full of people and their dates or friends,
studying on laptops, or just pretending to study. He decided he liked the
coffee shop, even thought he’d never been to one besides starbucks.
 
 
He peered upwards at the menu, squinting at the large variety of drinks and
biting the inside of his cheek, trying to decipher the almost foreign language
of coffee. He looked at Ashton hopefully, and saw the older man was already
ordering, so he decided on cafe mocha, because he thought that had chocolate or
something in it. He really did like chocolate.
 
 
“What do you want to drink baby.” The older man said, holding a worn leather
wallet and pulling out a few bills.
 
 
“I want a mocha, I think. That has chocolate right? And is it sweet?” He
question, and Ashton chuckled softly, a light, easy sound.
 
 
“Yeah, it has chocolate. And it’s sweet, but not as sweet as you.” He said with
a wink of his hazel eyes and the blonde wanted cry because Ashton was so nice!
 
 
“Go find a spot for us while I pay, baby.” The older man said and Luke nodded
rapidly, walking over to a table by the window so he could watch the rain and
all the people and their sometimes funny looking umbrellas outside.
 
 
He adjusted the tightness of his fluffy scarf before discarding the thing all
together onto the table. It was getting a little too warm in there, and the
thing wasa little itchy. He stared out the window for a while, thinking about
nothing and everything, tapping his delicate fingers on the table, liking the
soft clickclicksound his nails made.
 
 
Ashton returned a few minutes later with their drinks, Luke’s in a small
porcelain cup with a thin handle on the side that looked comically small with
the older man’s long, thick fingers looped into it. There was foamy, steaming
milk on top of it; chocolate syrup drizzled into a swirly pattern. It looked so
pretty, Luke almost didn’t want to drink it.
 
 
“Thank you Ashton.” The blue eyed boy said when the older man handed him the
drink, whispering to him to be careful because it was hot. He wrapped his small
hands around the cup, the sleeves of his hoodie covering them halfway as he
sipped lightly.
 
 
He fluttered his eyes shut and let out a small sigh of contentment. The drink
was so warm and chocolaty and just a little bitter ohit was perfect. He hummed
as he sipped again, not even noticing the milk foam above his lip.
 
 
“Baby, you have something on your face.” The older man said, smiling as he
sipped at his own cup of cappuccino. The blue eyed boy wiped his hand across
his lips hastily, moving his tongue around, trying to lick off the milk.
 
 
“Still there, love.” Ashton said as he leaned over, close to the blonde’s face
and wiped the remaining milk foam away with his finger, subtly caressing Luke’s
baby-soft lips with his thumb.
 
 
“All gone now.”
 
 
Ashton smiled at him and Luke smiled back, a little embarrassed. Beautiful and
delicate. Trusting and inexperienced. My beautiful little lolita.
 
 
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
 
Ashton took the long way home because he wanted to admire Luke's soft, sleepy
features as he closed his eyes and opened them back up every few minutes,
drifting in and out of slumber. He really didn't know how anyone could fall
asleep so easily, but he didn't waste his time caring. It wasn't like Luke
would be getting any real sleep tonight.
 
 
He switched the radio station from pop to the soft, atmospheric sounds of the
1975, letting the nectary base notes and the light synth sounds envelope his
ears. He always liked listening to the 1975. Especially before he was going to
do something.
 
 
He shook the blonde's shoulder lightly when they pulled up into the driveway of
his house. The light of afternoon was still lingering above the roof, but it
would be gone soon, replaced by the stars. His favorite time.
 
 
He helped the sleepy boy out of the high car, making sure he didn't trip. He
didn't want Luke to be bruised up. He wanted him pretty and soft and unmarked
by nothing else. He almost cooed at the sight of the blue eyed boy, eyes half
closed and tiny hands rubbing them, forming into little fists. Godhe was so
small. He'd look tiny underneath him.
 
 
He thought for a second as the younger boy walked slowly up to the door,
thought about how fucked up this whole situation was. He knew what he was going
to do soon, he already knew the first time he saw the boy. He knew he put on a
fake act at the coffee shop, he knew he was a bad person for what he was about
to do, but he didn't care. He had absolutely no remorse, didn't even think
about how it would ruin Luke. Maybe he did care a little, in a small sense of
the word, but those feelings were overshadowed and absolutely drowned by his
desires.
 
 
"You have a really nice house, Ashton." The blonde said as he stood in front of
the older man's door, waiting for him to unlock it. Ashton smiled at him softly
and opened the door to his house, flicking the lights on and kicking off his
boots. Luke did the same, tossing his shoes on the rack and following Ashton to
the living room.
 
 
The house wasn't very big, but it looked comfortable and lived-in in the best
way. The couch looked plush, pillows stacked on top of it and a small coffee
table in front of it. There were white, lacy curtains covering a large window
that had a soft area to sit down on, with a few magazines and books on top.
 
 
There must have been some sort of scented candle in the room, because the whole
placed smelled like pumpkin pie, sweet and warm and home and all Luke wanted to
do was lay down on the soft couch and bury his face in the pillows and drink
hot cocoa.
 
 
But Ashton had other ideas of course. He knew itwas going to happen soon. Just
a little more convincing and building of trust and soft polite words, subtle
touches before he could see the blonde, sweaty and compliant for him.
 
 
"Do you wanna watch a movie?" Ashton asked with a small smile, and the blonde
nodded, his face already in the pillows, the blonde fringe curling around the
nape of his neck like a little ball of fluff.
 
 
"Let's watch Monsters Inc." The older man said when Luke couldn't pick
anything. He bent over to reach for his dvd collection and remote control. He
quickly gave the blonde a sideways glance, checking for hints of any
uneasiness. He found none, and decided Luke wasn't very smart. No that wasn't
the way to describe him, he wasn't stupid. Just unaware of his surroundings and
sickeningly trusting. That did make him stupid in a way. Beautiful little fool.
 
 
He walked over to the television to put the movie in and plopped down on the
couch next to the younger boy as he waited for the movie to start. He subtly
brushed his hand over Luke's thigh, and was met with only a touch of
resistance.
 
 
He noticed the change in the way the blonde was breathing and he trailed his
hand up his slim thigh, but he said nothing, almost welcoming the touch. He
kept his eyes fixated on the screen, his lips parted and his head tilted to one
side, like a curious child.
 
 
"So baby, what are some things you like to do." He questioned softly, letting
his fingers caress the younger boy's knee.
 
 
"Umm...I like to draw...and I like to make flower crowns and I like to..." He
hesitated for a second, his cheeks turning a deep shade of pink.
 
 
"You like to what?" Ashton said, raising an eyebrow. His grip on the blonde's
knee got tighter.
 
 
"I-I like to wear p-panties because I think they're really cute a-and they just
feel really nice and soft!" He blurted out, his voice cracking at the end of
the sentence. His eyes shifted to Ashton's hazel ones. He couldn't even see
they were already darkening.
 
 
"Oh, you like to wear panties? I bet you look so cute in them." He purred, his
hand traveling up Luke's thigh, dangerously close to his crotch.
 
 
"I think I look okay..." He squeaked, his breath starting to come out in little
pants as the movie seemed the go mute around them. Ashton almost smirked. He
was in the zone now.
 
 
"Why don't you show me? I'm sure you look soperfect." He said, putting that
trustworthy smile and Luke nodded rapidly, innocently like he didn't know
showing someone your panties usually led to something else.
 
 
He pulled his tight jeans down, struggling with the fit until Ashton helped him
out and got them off his ankles without too much resistance. He tossed them on
the floor someplace and took in the sight of his beautiful angel, his pale,
slim thighs that begged to be nipped and his tummy with a little softness.
 
 
His crotch was covered with a pastel blue pair of panties, not too intricately
laced. They looked soft and cottony, a little bow in the middle of them and
ruffles all along the hem.
 
 
"Do they look okay?" Luke asked, looking up for approval and Ashton nodded,
desperately fighting himself not to tear the fabric away from the blonde's slim
hips.
 
 
"You look beautiful baby. Absolutely beautiful." He whispered as his hands
traveled farther up the soft columns of Luke's flesh, his skin so creamy and
soft.
 
 
"A-Ashton?" The younger boy squeaked, his eyes fluttering as he began to chew
on his lower lip.
 
 
"What is it baby?" Ashton said, slowing his movements temporarily. The blue
eyed boy's cheeks began to flush and his breath started to hitch.
 
 
"W-why does it feel so warm between my thighs?" He finally said, the beginnings
of a whimper forming on his lips.
 
 
"Oh, it's supposed to feel like that baby. Does it feel good?"
 
 
"Yes..." Luke whispered, spreading his thighs further apart slightly. Ashton
took that as a cue to go further. His hand traveled to the cloth-covered crotch
as he palmed the area slightly, feeling up the small bit of arousal.
 
 
"Oh..." Luke breathed, his eyes fluttering shut and small beads of sweat
forming on his forehead.
 
 
"A-Ashton it feels really tingly down there!" He choked out, little mewls
bubbling from his lips as he began to harden in the older man's touch, a wet
spot forming in the panties.
 
 
"Have you ever been touched like this before? Have you ever touched yourself?"
Ashton asked, legitimately wanting to know the answer and Luke shook his head.
 
 
"Do you like it?" The older man asked and Luke nodded rapidly, clutching onto
the pillow next to him.
 
 
"Yes, keep going, please."
 
 
Ashton smirked as he rubbed him harder, his own pants tightening at the cute,
unsure sounds Luke made beneath him. 
 
 
"If you move your hips up and down into my hand it'll feel even better baby."
He said, stopping his movements for a minute.
 
 
"Do you promise?" Luke asked prettily and Ashton nodded, linking their pinky
fingers together.
 
 
"I promise. Now move your hips up and down just like I said, okay?"
 
 
"Okay." He mumbled, beginning to grind slowly into Ashton's large hands,
whining all the while.
 
 
"It feels so g-good Ashton!" He mewled, his eyebrows furrowing and his lips
forming something resembling an "o."
 
 
"I know baby, I know. You keep doing that and it'll feel really really good for
a few seconds. But it might make a mess in your cute panties."
 
 
The blonde boy shook his head, humping into Ashton's hand faster, moans
catching in between his lips.
 
 
"I don't care if it makes a mess I-" He whined loudly when he felt Ashton's
hand press into him. He was moaning shamelessly now, helpless pants falling out
of his mouth. He couldn't even talk now, his body was completely engulfed in
bliss he'd never felt before.
 
 
Ashton's cock was growing thick at the sight beneath him; Luke's rosy lips
falling open, needy, desperate sounds coming out of him, his pretty blue eyes
watering in pleasure. He knew he couldn't do anything about his hard-on now
because he didn't want to scare the younger boy. It was true that he wanted
every aspect of his inexperienced body, but he reminded himself he had to wait.
Even he knew these things took patience and coaxing.
 
 
"Ashton I think I'm-" He let out a high-pitched, almost girly moan as he
exploded, his cum staining the panties. He breathed heavily and thick as he
came down from his high, shivering at the smallest brushes of Ashton's hand. He
closed his eyes, the lashes stuck together with tears and his lips swollen from
being bitten.
 
 
He sighed softly as the older man removed the sticky panties, pulling them down
his legs with ease and tossing them on the floor, right beside the discarded
skinny jeans.
 
 
"I'm so sticky." He giggled, smiling and blissed out from his post orgasmic
haze.
 
 
"You're supposed to be sticky!" Ashton laughed, and Luke did too, the familiar
blush returning to his cheeks.
 
 
"I really liked that. Can you do it again sometime?" Luke asked sheepishly.
 
 
"Of course I can baby. But you can do it to yourself to, you know. Just do the
same thing I did, and you can make yourself feel good. But make sure you think
about me when you do it, alright? Only think about me."
 
 
The blue eyed boy nodded rapidly, making a promise to himself to only think
about Ashton, and thinking about other people was bad. He glanced at the floor
for a second before picking up his jeans and sliding them on, leaving the
panties down on the floor. They were too sticky to wear.
 
 
"I think I should walk home now. I think Calum is home." He said, getting up
from the couch on legs that were still wobbly, but Ashton gripped his thin
wrist softly and placed a kiss on his mussed hair.
 
 
"Oh, baby let me drive you there. It's not safe for pretty boys to walk alone
at night."
 
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Ashton sometimes wondered what he was. What the name for people like him was.
He sometimes wondered if he was batshit crazy, if he was a creep, if he was
some sort of fucked up weirdo.
 
 
He wondered if he was a psychopath, or if he was just psycho, period.He did
know something was wrong with him, something in his head wasn't wired right.
Some sort of mistake that was made in the blueprint of his DNA.
 
 
He knew there was something off about him, he knew something about him was
deviant. Was he a psychopath? No, that wasn't it. Fuck, what was the word, what
was the fucking word?
 
 
Someone that fit into society, was well liked by people, had friends and family
and went to work and liked to communicate with people. That's what he was. A
proper, regular human with no conscience or remorse.
 
 
He realized long ago, that he wasn't very different from anyone else in the
world. He looked the same, acted the same, felt the same emotions (or at least
pretended), spoke the same way, wore the same clothes, had the same
experiences.
 
 
See, he wasn't all that different. He knew everyone had something strange about
themselves, something they kept hidden in the deepest, darkest parts of their
mind, never letting it manifest.
 
 
The difference between /people's/ guilty, perverted pleasures and /his/ was
that he decided to act on them, let the desire take over, when most people
would keep the guilty pleasures suppressed.
 
 
Ashton closed his eyes and inhaled sharply, the remnants of Luke still filling
his house. God, he wanted to see him again. He wanted his sweet boy, his angel,
his Lolita. He wanted his soft lips and his rosy cheeks and his aquamarine
eyes, full of innocence and guileless.
 
 
He wanted his small, fidgety hands. He wanted his pale, slender thighs. Oh, he
wanted them wrapped around his waist, squeezing tighter and tighter as pleasure
and pain and everything wrong and everything right shot through his fragile
little body.
 
 
He licked his lips and swallowed thickly, the stuffy air in his room becoming
heavy and his jeans becoming tight. He imagined Luke in various positions, on
his knees, on his back, spread out almost forcibly, restrained to something so
Ashton could ravish him. Absolutely use his body.
 
 
He wanted to hear him moaning loudly, begging, calling him things, obscene
words spilling from his beautiful, wet mouth. He wanted to put things inside
him, see how much he would take, see how far he could stretch him. He wanted to
sodomize him, put things inside that shouldn't be there. He wanted to see tears
form in his eyes and flow down his flushed cheeks as he whined, screamed and
whimpered, writhing and squirming as electricity shot down his spine.
 
 
He groaned loudly as he began to unbuckle the belt in his jeans and he imagined
how lovely the leather would look on the blonde boy's bum, cracking against it,
making sounds on the soft skin and leaving red marks that would remind him of
things.
 
 
He ran a hand through his own hair, grabbing at the curls as he pulled his
pants down completely along with his underwear and wrapped a hand around
himself. He stroked quickly, a rapid pace in his arm as his mind went to
filthy, twisted, places.
 
 
He thumbed around the head as he always did, catching the small bead of precome
between his fingers and spreading it down the length. Fuck, he knew this wasn't
okay, knew everything about this was completely wrong, but as he moaned loudly,
with no restrictions all he felt was right.
 
 
He gave a few more quick tugs, fucking into his fist and squeezing his own
torso as he brought himself to the edge, spilling onto his stomach. He
shuddered as he rode his high, his toes curling and his head jerking backwards.
 
 
He felt like putty when he was done, his thighs like jello. He didn't feel
disgusted by himself for what he just did. He didn't feel guilty that he'd just
masturbated to thoughts of a fifteen year old.
 
 
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
 
 
It was late evening when he saw Calum, or who he assumed was Calum with Luke.
The two boys were lounging around the little park with the playground that
couldn't even be considered a playground. It just consisted of a swing-set and
a pair of rusty water fountains that would hurt you to drink from and a
pathetic sandpit that had seen better days.
 
 
The shaky chains on the swing-set squeaked as Luke flew threw the air, almost
as if they couldn't hold his feather light weight. His hands gripped the chains
tightly, holding on for dear life as his knuckles whitened.
 
 
He threw his head back, the wind combing through his soft, beach sand blonde
hair and chapping his plump lips. His legs did the work swinging, pumping and
kicking, repeating the same pattern until he wore them out and jumped into the
sand, scratching his knees a bit.
 
 
He liked they way Luke's legs worked. The thin pillars were clumsy and a little
unsure, and thicker at the thighs and thinner where his shins were. He liked
the way they moved when he walked, flexing and relaxing as he walked faster,
trying to keep up with Calum.
 
 
Calum. He looked older than Luke, more confident. A little smarter, in the
sense od being streetwise. He was a few inches taller than the blonde, but his
frame was a lot more solid. He had thick, muscular thighs, toned from years of
some sort of sport. Soccer, maybe. Yes, yes, soccer. Ashton knew soccer legs
when he saw them.
 
 
He had dark hair, almost black, that turned a shade of brown when the warm
evening sunlight hit it. His skin was tanned in the way you couldn't get from
sitting in the sun, and his jaw was set into a sharp, stern line.
 
 
His lips were full, almost puffy and his eyebrows were think, furrowed downward
in a forever irritated expression. His eyes were deep, dark, the color of the
espresso that Ashton loved so much, and they were full of a certain mystery, a
sort of wall put up for the people he encountered.
 
 
The older man frowned when he saw Calum turn around and scold Luke softly when
he spilled some of whatever sickly sweet thing he was drinking. He knew from
this moment Calum was someone that took care of Luke. He was like an older
brother, watching over him, making sure he didn't do anything stupid.
 
 
Ashton decided that he didn't like Calum. Calum got in the way of a lot of
things, Calum was too observant and too smart. Calum was like the little angel
on Luke's shoulder telling him to make the right choice. That would be a
problem. He needed to make sure Calum didn't know things. He needed to make
sure Calum didn't mess up things.
 
 
He narrowed his eyes at the pair of boys, the sunset making them look like
silhouettes. He didn't like the way Calum loomed over Luke, taller and
stronger. He didn't like the way he touched his shoulder lightly and made him
giggle. He didn'tlike the way Calum only smiled for Luke because his blue eyes
were just so pretty.
 
 
No, no he hated Calum. He hated everything about that stupid fucking boy,
absolutely despised him. He would ruin things. He'd put two and two together
and figure things out and tell Luke to stay far, far away from him.
 
 
He'd guard the blonde boy like he was his own brother. He'd keep him sheltered
and safe, would walk with him every time he decided to go someplace, he'd drive
him home when he had too much to drink or was sick from the pills and make sure
he was okay. He was the one to drop him off at home and wait until he got
inside the house to drive off.
 
 
Calum was a problem. He needed to avoid that boy at all costs, but he knew he
wouldn't appreciate him getting in the middle of things. Calum was in the way
of what was his. Luke was his. Calum was expendable.
 
 
He left the area quickly and quietly, his shades balanced atop his nose and his
fists clenched tight, but he didn't miss the steely, watchful expression that
lingered in his eyes.
 
 
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
 
 
Ashton decided he wanted to call Luke that night. He was horny, he was
exhausted, he felt hot and bothered all over, and he wanted to hear the blonde
boy's soft voice again so he could get himself off. The sounds the younger boy
made him harder than any kind of porn he could think of. Luke was like a kink
for him. A beautiful, delicious, living, breathing, unknowing kink.
 
 
He asked around, asked the people at the coffee shop and got bits of
information about Luke, this and that. Information about how he got teased a
lot at school and how his family life was kept hush hush. The gossip of the
town that had been embellished one way or another.
 
 
He'd found the younger boy's number in the coffee shop of all places. The
barista, a sweet teenager a little older than Luke with striking green eyes and
hair box-dyed a fire engine red. A face that was hard to forget. But then
again, Ashton never forgot.
 
 
He was sweet and giggly, almost sickeningly so as he reminisced on the past and
spoke about how he had a music class with Luke and how they sat next to each
other sometimes and how Luke didn't talk much and blushed a lot but was still
nice to everyone and everybody, even the people that picked on him and Ashton
realized Luke wasn't just naive, he was submissive. He was easy to push around.
A doormat. Perfect.
 
 
Ashton was able to steer the conversation away from the blonde boy's
agonizingly uninteresting personal life that he didn't want to waste his time
learning about. Michael gave him Luke's number easily when he lied about being
his therapist, distracted by the constant stream of coffee orders as he
scribbled the digits onto a worn out homemade business that said something
about being a guitar player that could be booked for anything in particular.
 
 
He hastily thanked Mikey or Michael or whatever the fuck his name was when he
left, even leaving a tip in the jar in front of the cash registers. Michael was
stupid and gullible, but not in the same way Luke was. He needed to get closer
to Michael and learn a few more things from him and his pinot noir lips. He
would be useful.
 
 
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
 
 
He called Luke. He was laid out in his own bed, back resting against the
headboard, his sweat seeping onto the wood. He was completely naked, and
completely aroused, covered by nothing but the curtains by his window and the
night air.
 
 
His cock was leaking, laying flat against his stomach, the beads of precum
tangling in the light dustin of hair beneath his navel. His chest was
glistening with sweat, rising and falling heavily as his breaths got deeper and
more unsteady.
 
 
He picked up his phone between shaking fingers and dialed the number, double
checking it was the right one twice before hitting the fall button. Fuck, fuck,
fuck. He needed Luke to answer. He needed to do a lot of things right now and
if the blonde boy didn't answer he didn't know if he'd be able to control
himself. He didn't know if he'd be able to stop himself from showing up
wherever he was staying and tearing off his clothes, taking and claiming him in
the middle of the room, in everyone's clear view.
 
 
The younger boy answered a few seconds later though, and there was a shuffling
sound before he spoke up.
 
 
"Hello? Who's this?" He asked slowly, and Ashton could almost see the confused
expression on Luke's face.
 
 
"It's Ashton. What's up?" He replied, a chuckle at the end of his sentence and
he smiled even though he knew the blue eyed boy couldn't see him.
 
 
"H-how did you get my number?" He asked softly, the slightest hint of
uneasiness in his voice and Ashton took a deep breath, brushing his hand over
his torso, giving himself a bit of relief before answering.
 
 
"You gave it to me baby. Remember?" He lied, making himself sound calm and
convincing, his pretty words assured and level headed.
 
 
"Oh...yeah that...that makes sense." Luke said, his voice trailing off and he
took a deep breath, a chipper sound as he began to relax into the conversation.
"So what are you doing?"
 
 
"Nothing really. Just at home, laying in bed." He pauses for a second, taking
his thumb down between his legs and tugging slightly at his erection, letting
out a small, almost unheard groan. "I've been thinking about you."
 
 
The line went dead for a second. A long pause, silent except for the gentle
sounds of Luke breathing.
 
 
"You have?"
 
 
The older man nodded, struggling more and more to keep his composure. Forcing
himself not to talk filthy into the phone.
 
 
"Yeah I have. Been thinking about when you came to my house the other day and
you showed me your cute little panties. And how good I made you feel."
 
 
Ashton licked his lips when he heard Luke's breath hitch and louder, more
frantic shuffling on the other line.
 
 
"Is anyone home with you?" Ashton asked and Luke gave him a soft no as a reply.
 
 
"No one's home right now. It's just me." He said lightly and the older man
nodded, beginning to wrap a fist around himself, pumping lazily.
 
 
"What are you wearing baby?" He asked, setting the phone on the pillow next to
him and turning on speaker.
 
 
"Umm...just a t-shirt and boxers. No pants." Luke said quietly, more shuffling
going on in the sheets. Ashton couldn't even imagine what he was doing now.
 
 
"I bet you look beautiful baby. You know what?" Ashton asked, and Luke
answered, intrigued.
 
 
"What is it Ashton?"
 
 
"Well first of all, I want you to call me Daddy for right now. And second of
all." He smirked to himself, tucking his hair behind his ears. "Second of all,
Daddy's gonna help you make yourself feel really good, okay? Just listen to
what I tell you."
 
 
Luke gulped, his lips parting slightly.
 
 
"W-why do I have to call you Daddy? You aren't my dad."
 
 
Ashton's jaw clenched. He took a deep breath, letting his annoyance subside
with the little puffs of air.
 
 
"I know baby, but just trust me. It'll be better if you do. Now first, I want
you to take of your clothes, can you do that for me?" He asked, talking like he
was giving instructions to a five year old.
 
 
"O-okay Daddy." The younger boy said, peeling off his shirt and chewing on his
lip when he felt the soft fabric of his boxers brush against his hardening
length. "I'm done now Daddy."
 
 
"Good job baby, Daddy's proud of you. Now I want you to move those pretty
little hands around your chest and your tummy, your nipples too. I want you to
imagine it's me touching you."
 
 
Luke nodded and replied with a soft yes as he began to caress his body with his
own hands, the soft, supple skin practically melting between his fingertips. He
shivered when he brushed his index finger over a nipple, the warm bud perking
up.
 
 
He started to breathe heavily as he stroked all over his petite frame, leaving
goosebumps whee his fingers were. He sighed as he began to play with his
nipples more, the sensitivity shooting straight down his spine. He squeezed at
the soft flesh, the sharp feeling making the buds go puffy.
 
 
"What do I do now Daddy?" The blonde boy asked breathlessly, already teetering
on the edge of arousal.
 
 
The older man groaned softly, squeezing the base of his cock harder and fucking
into his fist.
 
 
"I want you to rub your hands between your thighs and tease yourself a little
bit. I want you to get yourself really worked up. I want you to get really
drippy and sticky down there okay?"
 
 
Luke nodded softly and began to chew on his bottom lip, holding back whimpers,
and Ashton could almost hear the wet sounds of his tongue dragging across his
teeth. He brought a hesitant hand down to the most private place between his
thighs, squeezing the skin with shaking, desperate fingertips.
 
 
"Are you hard?" Ashton asked, his voice coming out in a low growl.
 
 
"Y-yes Daddy. Can I touch?"
 
 
"You can touch, but only how I tell you to. Be a good boy and listen to Daddy,
alright?"
 
 
The younger boy gulped as a flush went from his cheeks down to his chest,
making his ivory skin go rosy.
 
 
"Do you see where that wet spot is at the tip? I want you to rub your thumb
around it in little circles, and don't go too fast."
 
 
"Okay..." Came Luke's reply as be began to thumb around the head of his cock,
the beads of precum dripping out like a leaky faucet.
 
 
"F-feels really good Daddy!" The younger boy whined, his eyes screwing shut and
his free hand gripping at the sheets.
 
 
"I know it feels good baby. Now i want you to wrap your hand around your cock,
not too tight, and move it up and down." The older man purred sloppily, willing
himself not to cum before he heard Luke fall apart.
 
 
"It feels so good...It feels really really tingly..." He whimpered as he began
to pump himself, not quite sure what he was doing but loving every moment of
it.
 
 
"You sound so pretty baby. You think you can be louder for Daddy?"
 
 
The blue eyed boy nodded rapidly, forgetting that Ashton still couldn't see him
and began to whine louder, more desperate, his moans still muffled by the tinny
sound of his cell phone.
 
 
"Now stop touching yourself. I want you to do something else baby. It's a
little bit different, but it'll feel even better."
 
 
"Do you promise?" Luke questioned softly, a little pouty that Ashton told him
to stop touching.
 
 
"Okay so I want you to spread your legs apart baby. And I want you to lift them
and hook your arms underneath your thighs so they stay open."
 
 
The younger boy began to back up against his pillows and spread his slim thighs
apart, hooking delicate arms under them, his feet flat on the bed. He'd never
been in a position like this before, but he was surprised at how flexible he
was.
 
 
"Now Lukey, I want you to take three fingers and put them in your mouth. Make
sure you suck on them and get them really wet and dripping."
 
 
"Wet and dripping like my cock?" Luke asked innocently, blushing at the naughty
word he'd only learned a few minutes ago.
 
 
"Yeah baby, just like that."
 
 
The younger boy smiled to himself and pushed his fingers past his lips slowly,
tentatively. He sucked on them lightly, just like Daddy said, moaning around
them all the while. He didn't have much of a reason to moan; he wasn't touching
himself, but Ashton did want him to be louder.
 
 
"You're doing so well for me baby, following instructions like a good boy." The
older man said when he heard the suckling sounds coming from Luke's mouth, and
the younger boy practically keened from the praise.
 
 
"Now take your fingers and bring them between your thighs, right where your
hole is. Do you feel it?"
 
 
Luke nodded, rubbing around the rim and feeling it begin to pulse with
sensitivity.
 
 
"I want you to push a finger in baby. Do it slow so it doesn't hurt too much."
 
 
The blue eyed boy shivered as he pushed his index finger in slowly. He was tiny
down there, and it was a tight fit. The burn of the stretch caused tears to
form in his eyes as pain seared through his lower body.
 
 
"It h-hurts Daddy! Can I take it out please?" He whined, sniffling, hoping
Ashton wouldn't think he was a baby.
 
 
"No Luke, keep it inside. If you want to be a good boy you have to listen to
Daddy. Do you want to be a good boy?" Ashton asked firmly, trying to keep his
voice calm and not tell Luke to shut the fuck up and take the pain like a good
little slut.
 
 
"Y-yes Daddy." The blue eyes boy finally said, holding back tears as he pushed
his finger in farther.
 
 
"Yes what?"
 
 
"Yes Daddy, I want to be a good boy."
 
 
"Good. Now just loosen up a little bit, it's gonna feel really good soon. I
want you to add another finger."
 
 
The blonde boy's eyes widened. He was just getting used to one finger, wouldn't
two hurt a lot more? But he wanted to be a good boy for Ashton, and his finger
was starting to feel good already. It kept brushing against a spot that made
him feel all warm and floaty and tickly.
 
 
He pushed another finger in, getting past the pain and moving into pleasure. He
began to move his fingers around inside of himself, scissoring them, stretching
his tight little hole and brushing against that spot again.
 
 
"How does it feel?" Ashton asked shakily, beginning to pump himself again
eliciting, low, throaty groans from his chest.
 
 
"It feels really really full and warm. Feels good." Luke sighed, pumping his
fingers in and out, slow and fast and everything all at once. He wanted to feel
everything all at once.
 
 
"Add another one Luke." Ashton practically growled, and Luke obeyed quickly,
pushing his fingers back into his mouth to get them wetter, tasting himself
before pushing all three in at the same time, his hips bucking up from the
intrusion.
 
 
"O-oh Daddy it feels so good!" He mewled, hooking his fingers and pressing
directly on that special bundle of nerves that made him see stars. He began to
trash at the sheets, his head turned to one side, his cheek rubbing against the
pillow.
 
 
"Fuck you sound so hot baby. Sound so sexy for Daddy." Ashton mumbled, and Luke
almost whimpered because no one had ever called him sexy, but he decided he
liked it when Ashton called him sexy.
 
 
He brought his other fingers to his nipple again, tweaking it and brushing
against it, imaging that Ashton was the one doing it as he pumped his fingers
harder, moving his little bum back up and down on them, chasing the pleasure.
 
 
"Daddy...I think I'm almost there..." Luke squeaked, giving his nipple an extra
hard pinch before he exploded all over himself, completely untouched, the
pearly fluid painting his torso, going all the way up to his neck. He continued
to pump his fingers until his whole body shook with overstimulation. He pulled
his fingers out reluctantly, not wanting to leave his own tight, wet heart as
he slumped against the pillows and shut his eyes. He was exhausted.
 
 
"Did you cum baby?" Ashton asked gently, sounding just as tired. He'd cum too,
right along with Luke, but the blonde boy wouldn't have heard him over his own
high-pitched, broken moans.
 
 
"I think so. I'm really sticky." Luke whispered, almost barely audible and
Ashton gave him a chuckle.
 
 
"That's good. Did you like it?" The older man questioned, knowing fully well
what Luke's answer would be.
 
 
"I loved it da-Ashton. It felt sogood." He said with a giggle, a little dopey
from his climax.
 
 
"M'glad you liked it baby. Now do you think you can do one more thing for me?"
He heard a little shuffling of clothing, probably Luke picking up his clothes
from the floor.
 
 
"What is it?"
 
 
"I want you to send me a picture of your sticky tummy and your stretched out
hole. I want you to show me how good I made you feel." Ashton said darkly,
licking his lips that had become chapped.
 
 
"O-kay..." Luke said, a little worry in his words as he opened up his camera.
 
 
"You don't have to send anything if you don't want to." Ashton replied, his
voice leaking with some sort of false apologetic tone.
 
 
"N-no it's okay...I'll send it!" The blonde boy said quickly before snapping a
picture of his cum covered stomach along with a picture of his hole, tiny and
pink, already starting to tighten back up.
 
 
"You look beautiful baby. You really are a work of art." Ashton said
absentmindedly when he got the photos, ignoring the small thank you the younger
boy gave him.
 
 
"I have to go now baby, I have things to do." He said, and he imagined Luke
pouting, his soft lips turning downward like a stupid, clingy little brat.
 
 
"Bye Ashton..." The younger boy whispered sadly, his voice trailing off like
Ashton was going somewhere far, far away.
 
 
"Bye Lukey. I'll see you soon." He replied before hanging up, knowing full well
that was the only statement full of truth he'd made to Luke all night.
 
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     sorry i took so long to update. also this is unedited but i wanted to
     post so ill edit later
     note: the words calum uses to describe ashton might be considered
     offensive, so watch out for that.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Luke was still sleeping heavily when Calum woke up. His eyes were shut tightly,
lashes fluttering every few seconds, and he was snoring softly, a spot of drool
forming at the corner of his mouth. The older boy smiled sleepily, still
exhausted himself as he wiped the wet area away with his thumb. They'd stayed
up late last night, helping each other out with the essays that were due soon,
regretting how much they'd procrastinated as soon as Calum found out that there
were no more cans of red bull in his pantry and he laughed to himself when he
imagined Luke's face, asking him why he kept red bull in his pantry and not his
refrigerator.
 
 
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes sliding off the bed slowly to make sure he
didn't wake the sleeping baby penguin and pulled the covers up above his
shoulders, chuckling when Luke let out a particularly loud snore. He thought
the blonde boy looked so cute when he slept, he looked so beautiful, yet so
unaware of it. He liked the way his golden, feathery lashes touched his cheeks
like a delicate sprinkle of lace, and he liked the way his lips parted when he
slept, even though he always breathed through his nose. Luke was beautiful,
absolutely beautiful, and not just because of the way he looked. He had a kind
heart, too pure for this world, and Calum wanted to make sure no one changed
that.
 
 
He tiptoed out of the bedroom quietly and slowly so he'd have enough time to
figure out breakfast. He was a huge fan of pancakes, but he knew they gave Luke
stomachaches, so he decided on bacon and eggs instead. Maybe some fresh cut up
fruit and milk. He had to make sure the younger boy was eating properly, as his
diet normally consisted of chocolate ice cream and cookies.
 
 
He shivered when he reached the bottom of the stairs, wrapping his arms out
himself, the arms that seemed to get bigger are more solid with time and
workouts. But he knew working out wasn't the only reason he was so toned. He'd
have to give half the credit to Luke for jumping on his back, demanding piggy
back rides at the most inconvenient times.
 
 
He entered the kitchen, slipping on the pair of fluffy bunny slippers he only
wore because Luke bought them for him, not because he liked them or anything.
They weren't warm and soft at all, and pulled out the things he needed. A few
eggs, some bacon. The only fruit he had was mango and strawberry, and the
younger boy didn't really like mango, so he settled for strawberries and
started his work.
 
 
He whistled a soft tune as he cooked, ignoring the searing hot feeling of tiny
splatters of bacon on his arms and was so immersed in what he was doing, he
didn't hear the blonde boy walking down the stairs, rather clumsily.
 
 
"You making breakfast?" The blue eyed boy asked groggily, his eyes hazy and
half closed like a pair of blinds, but his nose twitching in interest from the
telltale smell of bacon.
 
 
"Hmm? Yeah, it's almost done." The older boy replied with a murmur, flipping
the bacon strips with one hand and covering the eggs with a plate using the
other.
 
 
"Where's your mom and Mali?" Luke asked curiously, the energy slowly making its
way back into his voice. "Thought they were gonna be back last night?"
 
 
"Their flight got delayed. Mali said they'll be back in Chicago around noon."
 
 
"Oh I see." Luke trailed off, his mind racing to another subject quickly, the
way it always did. He began to bounce on his heels, bored because Calum was
busy making breakfast and biting his lip, resisting the urge to speak up
because he didn't want Calum to think he was annoying.
 
 
He sat down eventually, his legs dangling from the high chairs at the breakfast
bar, and buried his face into the countertop, not caring that the granite was
cold. Normally he'd pout about the temperature and ask someone to turn the heat
up for him because he got cold so easily, but he didn't find himself caring
about things like that anymore. Not as often at least. His life had gotten so
carefree the past few weeks, and he wondered to himself if that was what love
felt like. Putting all your worries and cares into someone else, that someone
being Ashton, the perfecting, understanding person he was. He was everything to
Luke, even if Luke didn't understand what everything was. He took csre of him
and made him feel good, and he was his Daddy, the best Daddy ever, the most
important, most handsome-
 
 
"Luke, I said the food's done. Did you not here me?" Calum stated a little too
loudly for his taste, the harsh sound of his voice permeating through his
daydream.
 
 
"Oh, yeah. Sorry."
 
 
The blonde smiled shyly, taking the warm plate of food into his small hands and
thanked Calum sincerely, his cheeks turning the familiar shade of rose when the
older boy gave him a wink.
 
 
"Whoa, this is like, really good." Luke mused happily, taking extra strips of
bacon, hoping he wouldn't run out of bacon for his eggs and letting out a
subtle sad sound when he did.
 
 
"You seem a little less grumpy than normal this morning. You sure you're the
real Luke?" The raven haired boy questioned playfully, giving the younger boy
one of his rare smiles, his eyebrow raising when he noticed the sheepish look
form on his face.
 
 
"So what's up? Something exciting happen? Got a crush on someone?"
 
 
The blue eyed boy hiccuped nervously, his eyes darting any other way but
Calum's, and sometimes it was a little inconvenient that the kiwi boy could
read him so well, the whole exchange being one of those inconvenient times.
 
 
"Yeah, I guess..." He couched once, swallowing the shakiness in his voice.
"Guess you could say that."
 
 
The dark haired boy raised an eyebrow, his lips melting into a devilish grin. 
 
 
"Oh? Who's the lucky guy?"
 
 
Luke blinked quickly, feeling his breath start to hitch. This wasn't normal.
He'd had plenty of crushes before, almost a new one every day, and he always
told Calum about them, they way he told Calum everything. The raven haired boy
was like an older brother to him, he could always trust him.
 
 
He took a deep breath, inhaling sharply and willing his body to stop the blush
swimming on his cheeks, hating how it always made him look so obvious and he
spoke up.
 
 
"Well his name's Ashton. And he's very handsome." Luke declared matter of
factly, chewing on his bottom lip and almost smiling at the thought of his
daddy.
 
 
"Okay, what else?"
 
 
"Well...he has hair that's kinda long and curly and it's a really nice
color..." He continued, pursing his lips and trying to find words to describe
his perfect Ashton. He never really was good with words. "And he's really sweet
and polite. And he's always really nice to me and takes care of me. And me
makes me feel really good...about myself." The younger boy added with a vaguely
nervous gulp, like he may have told Calum a little but too much than he was
supposed to. He hoped Ashton wouldn't be angry. He didn't want to make him
angry, not Daddy.
 
 
"Damn, how well do you know this dude?" The dark boy said cooly, his thick
brows furrowed in some sort of confusion as he began to eat his strawberries,
resisting the urge to tell Luke to eat his.
 
 
"I know him very well!" The younger boy asserted, his voice raising a few
notches as he avoided Calum's gaze. "You're being really mean."
 
 
"Luke, chill. I was just kidding around." The raven haired boy chided, his eyes
meeting Luke's apologetically. "I just thought it was a little...peculiar that
you act like you've been somewhere with this guy, is all."
 
 
"But I have! He took me..." The blonde boy clenched his fists together tightly,
contemplating weather he should say anything, but remembering it was good to
say good things about good people. "He took me to the coffee shop a little
while ago. And he bough me a mocha."
 
 
"Oh, a proper date then? Pretty impressive, I must say." The raven haired boy
answered, relaxing a bit into his seat, picking up his cup of tea that had gone
cold ny now, sipping casually despite it not being at optimal temperature. "How
old is he?"
 
 
"Twenty-five." Luke blurted quickly, his jaw tensing when he witnessed the
split second of uncertainty on Calum's face that melted back to nonchalant in
an almost frightening display.
 
 
"Twenty-five, huh? That's pretty cool, pulling an older guy, yeah?" The raven
haired boy chirped casually, a mask of flippancy covering the concern in his
voice. Luke seemed to fall for the charade though, smiling in relief and
resuming the task of finishing his strawberries.
 
 
The room was silent for a few minutes, save for the sound of Luke's childlike
humming and the tick tock of the clock above the microwave that hadn't been
reset in years. The older boy sighed deeply, his eyes falling and peering at
the ugly purple napkins that his mother loved so much and wiped his mouth
subtly, thinking of all the ways this Ashton character was setting off each and
every red flag in his head. His eyes darted down to Luke who seemed to have
stopped thinking about the subject, his head going back to the clouds as usual.
 
 
"Hey, can I borrow your phone real quick? Mine's dead."
 
 
"Yeah, just...let me get it..." Luke answered absentmindedly, rising from his
chair and padding over to the counter, pulling it from its charger. He fumbled
with it for a second, walking back over to Calum.
 
 
"Here, need to unlock it first."
 
 
The dark boy nodded, a tight smile on his lips and he couldn't help but feel
the guilt form in the back of his mind. He was taking advantage of Luke's
naivety, but he had to make sure someone else wasn't doing the same, and in a
much greater way.
 
 
"What do you need it for?"
 
 
"Oh, just have to like, look something up." Calum lied, grateful that he was a
much better liar than Luke and took the phone from the blonde's dainty hands,
nearly squeezing the cold metal object in his own fists. "It'll be quick."
 
 
He opened the messaging app quickly, the corner of his eye watching out for any
uncertainty on Luke's face as he hit the contact that he needed to, someone
called "Daddy" along side a few heart and flower emojis, Luke's favorite.
 
 
He scrolled through the conversation hastily, knowing full well that Luke
wasn't the brightest, but even he'd get suspicious if he watched Calum rapidly
scrolling through his phone for too long.
 
 
"Are you almost done?" The smaller boy requested, the tiniest hint of doubt
lacing his voice, and Calum had to fight off a grimace.
 
 
"Yeah, just gimme a second."
 
 
He scrolled up at breakneck speed, ignoring mundane conversations about Luke's
favorite flavor of ice cream, almost giving up when he though yeah, it's weird
for him to be hanging with a twenty five year old, but he isn't that creepy.
 
 
His breath caught in his throat when he saw the photo. It was a picture of
Luke, the bottom half of him, completely naked with his legs spread wide and
drops of what he knew was cum on his stomach. He felt his pulse begin to pound,
confusion and hot anger flowing through his body like liquid rage in his veins.
He swallowed thickly, swallowing his anger along with his saliva and took a
deep breath, desperately trying not to lose his cool.
 
 
"Luke. Who took these pictures?" He demanded lowly, jus a tiny hint of
accusation in his voice, and his eyes gazed over Luke's, the normal sky color
darkening to the shade of the ocean.
 
 
The younger boy licked his lips, shifting in his seat and moving his hands
under his thighs.
 
 
"W-what pictures?"
 
 
Calum's mouth went dry as he felt his cheeks; his whole face flush hot, and he
wanted to yell, wanted to know what was going on now, wanted to know who this
"Ashton" was, asking a minor, Luke of all the people to target to send him
explicit photos.
 
 
"Don't play stupid Luke. I'm not fucking around."
 
 
The blue eyed boy gulped nervously, feeling his lip start to quiver under
Calum's steely gaze, but he let out a watery smile.
 
 
"I don't-know what your talking about."
 
 
"This is what I'm talking about, Luke! I'm not an idiot, now spill. Right
fucking now!"
 
 
He jammed the phone screen just inches in front of the younger boy's face,
noticing his eyes start to tear up, and he almost apologized, he didn't want to
see Luke cry. But he remembered this was serious, this wasn't a curious case of
sexting. He could deal with a few tears.
 
 
"I-I don't even-that's...that's not me!"
 
 
"I don't have time for this, Hemmings. Spit it out!"
 
 
The blonde boy gaped in an almost terrified expression, his cheeks blooming
pink and his eyes pulsing wet.
 
 
"I-I took them! But I only sent them to Ashton, no one else, I swear!" The
younger boy confessed, a little touch of hurt in his voice because Calum called
him Hemmings.
 
 
The raven haired boy stepped back, shaking his head in disbelief. If Luke was
just exploring his sexuality a little, sending these pictures to someone around
his age, he wouldn't have minded, just reprimanded him a little, telling him to
be careful with who he sends naked pictures to, but this was different. This
was a whole different ball game, a ball game Luke certainly didn't know how to
play.
 
 
"Luke..." Calum began, running his thumb over Luke's cheeks, his tone softening
as he traced the places that would soon be tracked with tears. "This isn't
good, little one. Like, this is some serious stuff. Sending nudes to someone
that much older? That's not...that's not something you should be doing." He
squeezed the blue eyed boy's hand gently, tracing his thumbs over his knuckles
like he always did when he was aiming to calm him down. "And that's definitely
not something he should be asking you to do."
 
 
The younger boy hiccuped, gripping his hands to Calum's for dear life as he
felt the tears begin to bubble in his cheeks and race down rapidly until he was
full on sobbing, heaving wetly with broken pants.
 
 
"I-I'm sorry! I didn't know!" He wailed, burying his face into the crook of
Calum's neck, his tears staining his t-shirt. "I don't want to get in trouble!"
 
 
"No, Hem-Hem, you're not in trouble, okay? Don't worry about that." He took
Luke's face between his hands, wiping off the snot and tears and staring at him
with nothing but love and concern. "I know you didn't know, but that man did a
very bad thing. He's the only one that's gonna be in trouble, yeah?" He brushed
his hands where the long parts of Luke's fringe were, pushing the feathery
little locks behind his ears. "So don't worry your pretty little head over it."
 
 
The blonde boy swallowed thickly, his throat swelling, and he sniffled, looking
up at Calum with watery eyes, his lashes clumped together with tears.
 
 
"Do you promise?"
 
 
The dark boy smiled reassuringly, righting the urge not to curse and scream,
rant about how disgusting Ashton was, but he knew he couldn't do that. He
wouldn't scare Luke over something like that. The blue eyed boy's soul was too
clean for deranged scumbags like Ashton. Too innocent and raw. He wasn't going
to let a sick, psycho hurt Luke. He wasn't going to let that happen. Luke
didn't deserve that. Not Luke, not the sweet, slightly ditzy blonde that
refused to see the evil in anyone. Not lovely, ethereal Luke who had Calum
questioning if angels really did exist the first time be met in the library.
Not the Luke who drank strawberry milk as a main source of nourishment and
slept with all his stuffed animals to make sure none of them felt bad. The
raven haired boy adjusted his wrist watch, tightening it so it squeezed against
his veins. Like hell he was gonna let this lunatic hurt Luke.
 
 
"Hey, you know I'm just trying to help you, okay?" He placed a comforting hand
on the blue eyed boy's shoulder, his fingers catching the worn fabric. "I'm not
trying to make you feel bad. Just want to make sure you're safe."
 
 
The blonde boy's lips parted, trembling slightly like he wanted to say
something, but Calum couldn't tell if it was that, or from the aftermath of his
meltdown just a few minutes prior.
 
 
"I'm gonna go now, alright? I have to...go do something."
 
 
The older boy stood up from his chair, not bothering to put his and Luke's
dishes in the sink, and the blonde followed quickly behind him, his little feet
nearly weaving together and tripping him.
 
 
"Wait, Cal! Where-"
 
 
He was cut off by a finger to his lips, silencing his sentence and making him
feel like a toddler who'd gotten in trouble for using a swear word.
 
 
"Cal, seriously! Where are you going?"
 
 
"M' going somewhere, Hem Hem. But if I told you where I was going you just..."
He shook his head in disbelief, running his hand through his thick locks that
were only a little greasy today. "You wouldn't be happy if I told you."
 
 
"When will you be back?"
 
 
Calum chuckled softly, the crinkles by his eyes forming and he gave Luke a
wink.
 
 
"I'll be back before you can make us some pizza rolls."
 
 
The younger boy's eyes lit up at the prospect of pizza rolls, his enthusiasm
painting a picture on every inch of his face like an excited puppy.
 
 
"You promise you'll be back before they're done?" Luke asked seriously, his
brows furrowing upward and his teeth between his lip as he extended his pinky,
allowing Calum to link his pinky to Luke's in a promise lock of sorts.
 
 
"I promise."
 
 
**
 
 
Calum coughed on his way to the coffee shop, the combination of the dry, chilly
air and daytime cigarettes combing filling his lungs with a miserable
concoction that made him feel like he was inhaling burning ash.
 
 
Ash huh, he thought, the prospect of a nickname for the bastard making him feel
sick to his stomach. He pulled the hood of his sweatshirt above his head,
warming his ears and blocking out the noise of everyone else, distractions as
he liked to call them.
 
 
He would never be able to wrap his head around the thought of someone like
Ashton, if that even was his real name. He'd never be able to understand why
someone could possibly make decisions like that, and not feel sorry for them.
He had no sympathy for psychos, no understanding for deluded nightcrawlers like
him. He felt a bitter taste bubble in his mouth at the thought, like merely
thinking about the things "Ashton" and the liked enjoyed made his body
physically ill.
 
 
That was the word to describe them. Very very ill. Ill in the head but not in
the body, not the same small amount of ill that Luke got every week from
walking into the unforgiving air of Chicago without a coat.
 
 
He closed his eyes tightly, shoving his hands into his pockets and whipping out
a pair of earbuds out of habit, not even playing music. He'd never understand
how a psycho's mind operated, but he did understand he needed to look discreet.
Knowing the things Ashton knew about Luke, it wouldn't be surprising if the
bastard knew who he was.
 
 
He paced quickly, pulling his hoodie farther above his forehead and stopped his
footsteps when he reached the coffee shop. It was brightly lit inside, warm and
full of life, an almost jarring contrast to the city outside the almost mask-
like window. He shifted, playing like he was reaching into his pockets for a
pack of cigarettes, something casual like a smoke break, and gazed inside the
shop once again, more calculated this time, looking for details.
 
 
There was a man inside, a few inches above the average height, nothing unusual
but abnormal enough that you'd spot him in a crowd. His hair was the color of
honey and butterscotch, curled softly, looking like it had freshly been cut. He
was leaning against the counter, a cup of espresso in one hand as he flirted
with the barista quite obviously, dimples cutting into his cheeks. Features. He
was tan, tall, handsome. Even charming if Calum was unaware like everyone else
in his vicinity. But he knew.
 
 
Just the man he was looking for.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     tell me what y'all think is gonna happen. cos shits gonna go from 0-
     100 real quick after this
End Notes
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