Works in Progress

Wait for me - part 3

Luke’s bored. He’s got a little brunette plastered against his side and he’s contemplating taking her back to his room but it’s not a particularly exciting prospect. Her proportion’s are too short, her hair a dark brown instead of the black he wants it to be, her eyes not quite the right shape. But she’s a warm body and the closest option he’s got tonight to what he really wants.

He checks his phone. 2:36AM. No word from Calum. But Michael sent him text a half hour ago; he’s taken off with the bleach blond he was grinding with on the dance-floor.

—— Ash’s perspective (better for flow! although tone is a little off but whatevs) —-

"Ashh…" the bleach blond on his left is pressing soft, bountiful curves against him and all Ash wants to do is motorboat those beautiful C-cups. And taxi-driver be damned, it’s exactly what he would be doing except he’s got one giant pain in the ass band-member plastered into his right side.

Ashton curses Michael. Why the hell did he just let the idiot waltz out of the club with that cougar? He makes a promise to himself. He will be waking Michael up and making him deal with Luke once they got back to their room. Payback for abandoning him. Then Ashton remembers the text he received an hour ago from Michael. She’s staying at our hotel… Going to stay in her room tonight...

Ashton curses loudly and then rethinks his options. How sick is Calum anyway? But he sighs and pushes that hope away. Luke can’t stay with Calum. Especially not tonight… Not when he’s been staring at Calum like’s his last meal and he’s been roofied and has no self-control left to speak off.

"She just didn’t look right, Ash," Luke groans as he buries his head into the right side of Ashton’s neck and nuzzles the skin there. The drummer cringes at the contact. Luke’s breath is warm and smells like he’s just downed a fifth of vodka. This is so far from sexy…

Ashton curses Calum. This is really all his fault. It’s been obvious for months now that Luke’s got feelings for him. While Calum hasn’t said anything directly to him, Ashton can tell by the way Calum blushes around Luke that the bassist isn’t exactly disgusted by the idea. So for the love of all things good, Ashton can’t figure out why they haven’t just fucked yet. If they had, Luke might have stayed at the hotel with Calum tonight and Ashton wouldn’t be in danger of getting a hickey from a dude right now. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. It just really isn’t his cup of tea.

The chick’s got one of her small, well-manicured hands rubbing at his crotch and. despite grabby-Hands Hemmings pawing at him, Ashton is having a very difficult time not being turned on.

Then Luke he nibbles at Ashton’s earlobe and any hint of an erection is instantly gone. In fact, The drummer doesn’t know if he’s going to get hard ever again.

What he does know is he doesn’t deserves this. He’s caring towards his family and friends. He works hard. He’s responsible, and kind, and generous. So he feels completely justified in his anger right now. How could Luke be so stupid as to leave his drink unattended? And what kind of girl tries to roofie a guy anyway? She was cute enough. Luke probably would’ve fucked her after a couple of more drinks. And Ashton wouldn’t be stuck now trying to ferry him back to their hotel when he’s got one of the hottest chicks he’s seen in the last month writhing in his lap and begging him to jackhammer her.

"Her hair was too brown… You know I like black… Black and short… with blond streaks in the front." Luke’s lips have moved to his jaw now. The blonde grinds her ass down onto his dick and Ashton prays for this strange, heinous form of torture to end.

By the time he’s got the three of them standing in front of his and Luke’s hotel-room door, Ashton’s fuse is just about to blow. He’s already endured the humiliation of the taxi-driver and the hotel night-staff watching him as he tried to keep Luke from molesting either himself or his date. Not that she seems to have a problem with Luke’s actions. Her excitement isn’t helping his mood.

And Luke isn’t helping either. He has rubbed the two functioning brain cells he’s got together to figure out that they’re back on their floor and Calum’s here too.

"I want to see Calum, Ashley," Luke whines again, grabbing him by the arms to shake him.

Ashton doesn’t bother to correct his name. “No,” he says, shaking his head firmly. “Calum’s sick and god only knows what that girl gave you. You’re going to get in your bed and go to sleep.” He gives himself a little pat on the back for managing to sound so adult and mature.

Unfortunately, Luke is much less impressed. “Give me his key.” He doesn’t wait for Ash to comply. He’s already got his hands in Ash’s back pocket, trying to fish it out.

Ashton is surprised. Luke is more with it than he thought if he remembers that they always carry each others’ room keys. It’s a given someone’s going to lose something. A cell phone. A credit-card. Room-keys are easy to back-up and it usually saves them an inebriated elevator ride down to the front desk. Particularly useful if sex is the imminent objective, which it often is.

Then Luke’s hands cups his ass and Ashton growls in annoyance. He pulls Luke’s hands out of his pockets and shoves him away roughly. “No! You’re going to sleep.” He grinds out. He did not sign up for this.

But the girl has other ideas. “He can’t go to sleep! I’m going to be the first girl to have a threesome with the Luke Hemmings and Ashton Irwin…” She sighs, trying to push past Ashton closer to his bandmate.

Oh. Hell. No. Ashton does not do threesomes. At least not the type that involves another guy. And to add insult to injury, she said Luke’s name first.

Ashton is done. He angrily opens the door and pushes her inside the room.

"Stay," he barks at her. The biting tone in his voice seems to sober her up enough to make her obey.

All he needs to do is get Luke inside the room… He starts pulling the other boy towards the door. But Luke is looming over him, angry and huge. Ashton isn’t expecting it when a large fist collides into his jaw. Pain blooms in his cheek and Ashton drops Luke’s arm to clutch at it.

"I want to see Calum," Luke seethes, anger darkening his eyes as his teeth grind together.

If Ashton was sober, he would recognize this is not Luke is not in his right frame of mind. He would understand that Luke doesn’t have enough control over himself to not do something irreparable that might destroy their band. But Ashton’s drunk too and as is it is, he only knows that he’s had a terrible night. He’s been molested, his sexuality has been called into question, and to top it all off, he’s been assaulted and now it feels like his jaw is dislocated. And it’s all because Calum just can’t deal with Luke’s feelings and talk things out. He feels totally justified in holding the two of them responsible for every single shitty thing that’s happened. Right now, all he wants is to forget they’re in a band together and fuck his bad mood out with the girl.

He pulls the spare key for Michael and Calum’s door and chucks it at Luke. “Here! You want it, there it is.”

Calum can deal with this. Ashton has done more than his fair share for tonight.

"Good luck, Cal." Ash mutters under his breath as he goes back inside his room, ready to finally have a good time.