Gay Porn // Lashton

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Ashton stood drowsily in the extremely expensive looking elevator. He hadn't yet bothered to dress out of his night clothes and his hair was a curly mess on top of his head. He didn't care though. In his opinion, whatever time it was, it was way too early to be awake, but Luke just had to have his most important meal of the day.

Ashton didn't really say it much, but he envied his blond-haired best friend, and every time he'd glance over to see Luke fawning over the, admittedly, beautiful hotel, bouncing up and down with energy on their way to breakfast, it reminded him just how lucky Luke was. He wasn't confined by drowsiness in the mornings, no matter what time he woke. Meanwhile, Ashton currently wanted to be buried alive.

Ashton couldn't help but laugh as the thought of Luke Hemmings watching gay porn popped back into his head.

"What are you laughing at?" Luke questioned as the elevator came to a halt.

Ashton remembered how flushed and sweaty his body looked as he walked into the kitchen that morning.

"How much you must like your gay porn!" Ashton teased, causing Luke's face to burn a bright red, which only made Ashton laugh harder.

"Let's just go before breakfast ends." Luke mumbled to the ground before intwining Luke's hand in his and walking in the direction of the smell of food.

It didn't take them too long to find it. In the end, they only made four wrong turns before Luke finally agreed to ask one of the staff members for directions. Ashton was just happy the particular employee was quite fluent in English, and not so bad looking in Ashton's opinion either.

The breakfast room was filled with different assortments of breakfast foods, and Luke's hungry eyes scanned over them all individually as he decided what it was he wanted. Eventually, he decided on trying some new foods while also getting something he was used to as well, just in case the new foods didn't taste as delicious as they looked. Ashton just smiled at how adorable his best friend was, eyes lighting up at each new pretty thing like a kid in a toy store.

"You're in Rome, and you're choosing to eat that?" Ashton heard voiced from behind him. It was the voice of the one person he'd hoped not to see until the day of the wedding.

"What's it matter to you what I eat?" Ashton refuted, already done with the conversation and ready to suffer the long elevator trip back up to his room.

"C'mon, Ashy -"

"Don't call me that. Never call me that." Ashton interrupted.

"Look, Ashton, you've got plenty of time to eat cereal when you're back home. You're in Rome! Try something new, like your boy toy." Ashton followed his gaze over to Luke who was sitting at a table stuffing his face with a variety of foods and washing it all down with a cold cup of apple juice.

"He's not a 'boy toy' he's my boyfriend. And I'll have you know, these are my favourite cereal." Ashton retorted before walking away, joining Luke at the table he'd picked out, glaring at his brother from afar as Ryan looked to him with a foreign feeling.

Not moments later, however, The curly-haired boy's attention was attracted to the sound of silverware being tapped lightly against glass.

He couldn't help but roll his eyes. How dramatic could one person be?

"I know you all have plans of your own for today, touring the city, relaxing in the hotel, going for a nice swim" Ashton's brother started as Ashton surveyed the breakfast room until he found what he was looking for: a reserved sign. His brother bought out an entire breakfast room for the guest in his wedding, and for some reason, that irritated Ashton. Perhaps it was the way his brother threw money around so carelessly, or maybe it was because his brother thought these things made him superior to everyone else. Whatever the case, it made Ashton's fist clench with with anger, or rage, or maybe a tiny bit of jealousy. Ashton couldn't tell anymore.