#don't judge me for being a pornbot pls im going thru a phase
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Remind Me
omg me?? writing a lashton body worship fic about Luke’s thighs after that new video dropped?? idk sounds super out of character.
This is literally just a 4.6k Body Pos. PWP that I wrote today while watching my chickens lmfao but please enjoy anyway.
Summary: Ashton catches Luke frowning to himself at Calum’s pool one afternoon, and decides to remind him how pretty he is.
Words: 4,602
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Luke Hemmings/Ashton Irwin
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—Remind Me—
It’s as Luke is getting out of Calum’s pool that Ashton notices it.
They’re all together, as they often are—for marketing reasons only, of course, seeing as they secretly despise one another—at Calum’s place, Cal and Mike inside doing whatever it is those dumb shits like doing, leaving Luke and Ashton alone in the backyard.
Ashton is lounging out by the side of the pool, a book in hand—because he just hasn’t been in the mood to swim and would rather read—while Luke has been taking careful laps.
He’ll look up every so often to catch Luke leaning against the edge of the pool, his pale arms folded over the top of it, huffing like he’s out of breath, a frustrated pout drawn on his features, but Ashton figures it’s better to not ask why he looks so irritated.
If Luke wants to tell him, he will.
It’s only when he fully pushes himself out of the water and gets out of the pool that the problem arises.
Ashton can see him start to climb out, bracing his arms on the asphalt, and of course, he looks over the top of his book to get a better view; to watch how Luke’s back muscles shift beneath his skin, how the sinewy veins of his biceps strain to hoist himself up.
Luke has never been the strongest of them but he isn’t poorly built. Granted, with quarantine, he has added on a couple of pounds but nothing too significant. It’s healthy weight if anything, brought on by him eating better food he’s learned to make himself, working out a little more to get his arms larger.
He looks good, there’s no disputing that.
When he gets out of the water, Ashton’s eyes successfully trail the line of his back, the way his swim trunks have sagged to make his hips more visible, the slight heave of them over the waistband of the swimsuit, how it clings to his thighs enough to look like the fabric is straining to stay closed.
Yeah. He looks good.
It’s as Ashton's gaze is hovering on said waist and thighs that he notices Luke give an awkward pinch to his side, the squish of a love handle beneath his fingers, glancing down at himself with a deep grimace, before he walks to retrieve his towel, looping it up around his waist higher than it needs to be.
Now Ashton is the one who's frowning.
Because he knows Luke well enough to know what that means.
Luke hasn’t always been the proudest in his body; even when he was a fucking pipe cleaner back when the band first started, he was still nervous about what people thought of him in terms of his weight.
It’s always upset Ashton that it seems no one could ever dislike what Luke looks like as much as himself.
And so to see him, with that telltale distaste on his handsome features, scrunching his nose up as he adjusts the towel to cover as much as he can... it's enough to make Ashton's mood dip.
He turns to walk back and almost instantly notices the way Ashton is looking at him, stopping in his tracks. He asks, skeptical, “What?”
Ashton tries to uncrease his brow the best he can, and he shakes his head, knowing better than to say something about it now. Instead, he merely flattens his smile and says, “Nothing. M’thinking.”
“Penny for your thoughts?” Luke asks and Ashton chuckles.
“Yeah, unless you’re hiding a penny up your ass right now, I don’t think you have one to offer.”
“It’s a metaphorical penny,” Luke replies, walking to sit beside Ashton’s legs on the pool chair.
He shifts the towel up further when he sits and Ashton doesn’t miss how he tries to keep his posture straight so his stomach won’t fold.
Ashton’s frown deepens.
“Is something wrong?” Luke asks him.
“Not with me,” he answers.
That seems to confuse Luke more than anything else and his eyes widen as he says, “oh.” He softens in a moment and it’s nervous as he opens his mouth before he closes it, giving Ashton an anxious glance. “It’s not… me, is it?”
Ashton cocks his head, smiling to reassure him, closing his book. “Of course it’s not you.”
Even though it is. But he’s not about to say to Luke, ‘yeah, something is wrong. The way you’re looking at yourself is wrong. Why did you pinch your side and grimace like that?’ Because he knows Luke will make an excuse. Luke will brush it under the rug and won’t want to talk about it and will avoid Ashton and his eyes to the best of his ability.
Ashton respects Luke's choices and he’ll always respect them. But he certainly doesn’t want Luke thinking like that. Doesn't want him thinking he's anything less than beautiful.
He informs, “I’m just thinking like I always do, you know how I am. You ready to head out?”
Luke raises his brows. “Now? We just got here.”
“Uh-huh. I'm ready to go.” Ashton smiles, reaching out to tug at the corner of Luke’s towel. “Wanna take you back to mine.”
Instantly, Luke’s expression shifts and he adjusts the way he’s sitting, sending his blue eyes hurriedly to the open door of Calum’s house to make sure no one will hear them.
He glances back at Ashton and his lips hint up at their corners almost cautiously. “You do?”
“Mhm.” Ashton hums, scooting closer to him so he can press a kiss to the underside of his jaw, and he doesn’t miss the way Luke stiffens to the touch, tilting his chin up to give Ashton more access to him. He says against Luke’s jawline, “Wanna get my hands on you.”
Luke takes in a sharp breath. “Yeah?”
Ashton briefly opens his mouth against Luke’s neck, drawing his tongue over his pulse point, and says, “Yeah.”
He continues to kiss along Luke’s neck and when he sucks at the bend of his shoulder, Luke lets out a soft whimper that has Ashton's dick twitching in his own shorts.
“Wanna hold those nice hips of yours against the bed when I fuck you,” he says to Luke’s shoulder, “I’ll make you feel so good, Lu, I promise.”
Luke inhales roughly, fingers clenching at the fabric of his towel and he squeaks, “Okay. Yeah. Nice. No complaints here.”
Ashton chuckles as he moves away, briefly cupping Luke’s cheek before he does, pulling him in for a soft kiss on the mouth. He loves how smooth Luke’s lips are, how they open up so easily for him every time, always asking for more in just the way they form something as simple as a smile.
He says, brushing his thumb over Luke’s cheekbone before he draws away, just so Luke knows, “I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”
Luke’s cheeks go pink and he coughs, darting his eyes away. “You’re the cheesiest guy in the world, I’ll give you that.”
“You say cheesy, I say incredibly charming, that’s fine.” Ashton shrugs. “Also, it’s your turn to give Cal and Mike an excuse as to why we’re leaving early.”
“Sounds good.” Luke stands up, adjusting his towel. “Nothing’s gonna beat that time you told them we were going chocolate taste testing though.”
“I’m a musician,” Ashton replies, “not an actor.”
Luke smiles at him, and he reaches out to brush his fingers under Ashton’s chin in a gesture of fondness. Ashton loves his fingers. Thin piano playing fingers that look so good when they grapple to get a hold on bedsheets or when they dig into Ashton’s shoulders, sink their nails into his back. Just one of the many things he loves about Luke's body.
He grins back and says, leaning his face into Luke's hand, “Maybe just say it’s past our bedtime.”
Luke giggles. “It’s five in the afternoon.”
“Practically midnight.”
Luke doesn’t do much but snort before he turns away, fingers slipping from Ashton’s jaw as he trails inside. He fixes the towel once as he goes, holding it tighter to himself, and it makes Ashton frown again.
While he really does want to fuck Luke for the obvious reason of, well, getting to fuck Luke, there’s an ulterior motive for this evening.
He wants to show Luke just how pretty he is.
They say their goodbyes to Calum and Michael before they leave, who look like they don’t believe for a second that Luke really has a zoom meeting to get to at 5:30 but don’t make any protest.
They know Luke and Ashton well enough to know if they want to leave, they're going to leave. So they allow it.
The entire drive home, Ashton keeps his hand on Luke’s thigh in the passenger seat, lightly rubbing his thumb against the inside seam of his jeans, and Luke’s blue gaze stays on his hand the entire time.
Ashton wonders if Luke is thinking the same thing he is. That even Ashton’s large hand isn’t big enough to cover his whole thigh.
It’s all Ashton’s thinking about if he’s honest. He's honestly having a hard time paying attention to the road with how much it's dominating his thoughts. How fucking wide Luke’s thigh is. How much he wants to grab it in his hand, squeeze it and feel the soft flesh sink beneath his fingertips. How much he wants to smack it just to watch it shake.
Fuck, he’s already hard.
He practically drags Luke through the door when they get home, and the second it closes, he shoves Luke back, loving the way a surprised yelp pulls from Luke’s chest as he’s pinned against the door by Ashton’s body weight.
“Been wanting this all day,” Ashton grunts, tucking his face into Luke’s neck to start mouthing at his skin. “Looked so goddamn good today, Lu. Wanted you so bad.”
Luke gasps, exposing his neck more, eyes slipping shut as Ashton works at sucking hickeys into his throat. He chokes softly, like he's unsure it's the truth, “Really?”
“So bad,” Ashton affirms, a hand working between their bodies to force itself beneath Luke’s waistband into the stretchy shorts he’d changed into before they left Calum’s house. “Wanted to get you home all afternoon. Get you beneath me; get to see all of you. Almost fucking grabbed you right there when we were changing and put you on Cal’s sofa, spread you out right there.”
Luke moans, pushing desperately against the hand in his pants that's wrapped around his cock and he fucking begs for it, voice high and cracked, “Oh God. Please.”
“Uh-huh,” Ashton says, hooking his fingers beneath Luke’s shirt and helping him haul it over his head.
Caught in the heat of the moment, Like scrambles to get it off and shimmy out of his pants and underwear as Ashton does the same, leaving the clothes in a messy pile beside the door before Ashton returns, grabbing Luke by both sides of his face to kiss him.
“So lucky to have you, Lu,” Ashton mumbles against his lips between kisses. “Tell myself all the time.”
Luke bites at his lip, muffling a groan when Ashton takes him back into his hand, jerking him slow and purposeful.
“Such a pretty boy, Lu. Look at you. What a pretty boy.” Ashton kisses him deeper as he fists Luke’s cock, reveling in the wanton sounds Luke lets out.
He moves his hand away a second later, putting his thigh in place of it, pressing it up between Luke’s legs, and he grins instantly when Luke starts to rut against it.
He chuckles quietly to himself at the sight, mouthing at Luke’s jaw once more, his hands moving to Luke’s hips to tug him closer against his leg and he says into Luke's ear, “Couch. Now. Want to put you on my thigh and watch you ride it.”
Luke moans loudly, and follows without a second of hesitation when Ashton pulls away and gets to the sofa, sitting down into the cushions.
He swings his leg over Ashton’s like he's in a rush, straddling his thigh and they both let out sharp breaths at the feel of Luke’s hard-on against Ashton’s bare leg.
Luke hisses out a strained, “oh, fuck,” and instantly begins rubbing himself against Ashton’s thigh, closing his eyes and tilting his head back.
Ashton can’t help but smile to himself, watching how Luke swallows thickly, his throat bobbing, and he says quietly, “God, Lu, fucking gorgeous.”
Luke whines and Ashton takes that as the incentive to reach out and take a hold of Luke’s waist, forcing him to go slower, controlling the roll of his hips against Ashton’s thigh.
“Slower now,” he says, holding Luke down against him, eyes flitting over his body. “Wouldn’t want this to be over too fast, darling.”
Luke clenches his teeth, swallowing again like it pains him to do so, but doesn’t protest, letting Ashton guide his movements.
“There you go,” Ashton praises in the same low voice as Luke’s thrusts slow down to smooth rolls of his hips against Ashton’s leg, and Ashton is drawn to the hard red cock that keeps grazing his thigh. He wets his lips, watching it twitch at his words; how much affect he has on Luke. “Perfect, Lu. Just like that, baby. You’re so pretty for me. Such a good boy.”
Luke chokes, “Want to be.”
“You are,” Ashton promises, smoothing his palms down Luke’s sides to his hips and he hovers there, grinning to himself.
Luke is truly a fucking vision like this. Something out of mythology. Something to be written about, songs and poetry and prose. Something to worship. The blonde loops of his curls around his ears, the hot blush on his cheeks that brings out the speckling of freckles over the perfect slope of his nose.
He’s made of fucking stained glass, this boy. Made of beautiful fragile art and Ashton wants to sit and admire him all the time, give him whatever he needs whenever he needs it. Do nothing but kiss Luke and touch him and praise him every moment he can.
Luke pushes his hips down more desperately, even with Ashton’s hands holding onto him, and Ashton directs his eyes from Luke’s face lower to where Luke is grinding against him, and he notices the quiver of Luke’s large thighs and takes in a sharp breath.
God, he’s gorgeous.
And as his eyes wander, it makes Ashton aware of his stomach, the soft fold of his tummy with how he’s sitting on Ashton’s thigh, the way his body shakes, the ripple of his skin as he moves. Ashton grabs at his hips roughly, pulling him harder down, feeling how Luke’s wide thighs clench around his own leg, how the muscles in his abdomen clench beneath the soft layer of fat that covers them.
“Luke,” he huffs, eyes trained on the soft body on top of him, the way Luke trembles as he hurriedly rubs himself off against Ashton’s thigh, ignoring Ashton’s recommendation to go slower, needy to get himself off. “Luke, honey, you’re goddamn gorgeous. Prettiest boy in the fucking world. Can’t believe I get to have you like this. M’so lucky.”
Luke whimpers, head dropping as he ruts down faster at the words, making the shaking that much more pronounced and, seriously, what is Ashton expected to do but gently slap the side of one of Luke’s thighs to watch it wobble when he does?
“Love these too, you’ve got no idea,” Ashton murmurs and he puts his hands down on Luke’s fat thighs to massage them, digging his fingers into their soft flesh. “Can’t even get my hands around them, Lu. Goddamn. Can’t wait to watch how they’ll shake when I fuck you.”
Luke comes hard onto Ashton’s thigh, panting as his mouth falls open, hips rocking against Ashton to ride the feeling out and Ashton gladly lets him, using his hold on Luke’s thighs to grab him roughly and help him move.
“There you go,” he says as Luke comes down, chest flushed and heaving. “Now, c’mon, let’s get you in bed, baby. Wanna feel every part of you. Get all of you under my hands.”
Luke bites his lip and lets Ashton lead him back to his bedroom as he has so many times before, still trembling slightly from coming.
“Under the covers,” Ashton tells him and Luke does so, slipping beneath the sheets and blinking up at Ashton with big baby blue eyes. How pretty he is. How absolutely stunning.
Ashton eases in after him, bringing the lube with him to coat his fingers and he watches Luke carefully as he does. Watches the soft rise and fall of his panting stomach, how soft it looks, the beautiful flush that’s decorated his pale skin, making him red and lightly shining with sweat, like he’s a flower dressed in morning dew.
“Have I told you how lucky I am yet?” he asks while pushing one of Luke’s legs up.
Luke snorts, smiling at him breathlessly. “Only a couple times. I’ll hear it again.”
Ashton dips down to kiss him, grinning as Luke opens up easily and lets Ashton taste him, tongues pressing together. He says between a kiss, “I’m ridiculously lucky. Luckiest guy ever.”
Luke closes his eyes and he takes in a deep breath as they kiss, one of Ashton’s hands sliding up and down his bent leg.
“Gonna finger you now,” Ashton says, listening to Luke’s breathing hitch. “Nice and slow now, okay, show you how much you mean to me. Show you just how pretty you are.”
Luke huffs and his brows arch up slightly. “I know what you’re doing.”
“What am I doing?” Ashton wonders, as if he's surprised.
Luke stares up at him. Such big blue eyes. “You saw what I did at the pool.”
“You mean how you pinched your side and made a face like you’d eaten a lemon?” Ashton asks. “Yeah, I saw that.”
Luke chews at the inside of his cheek, directing his eyes away toward the wall of Ashton’s bedroom, the expression he sports nothing short of embarrassment.
Ashton tries to draw them back with a soft, “Hey. Luke. Look at me, sweetie.”
Luke mumbles, refusing to look back, “You don’t need to do this.”
“Do what?” Ashton asks him while he continues to rub at Luke’s leg in a tender motion.
“Try to… make me feel better.” Luke swallows. “About being fat.”
Ashton draws his brows in tightly, scowling at the word. It's not even the word, is it? It's more that Luke's given it a bad connotation.
He’s known Luke long enough to not jump right in and tell him he’s in no way fat. It wouldn’t help anything, because once Luke’s gotten something in his head, he’s not going to get out of it.
This kid had himself convinced he was fat back when he was 16 and was as skinny as a rail. Luke’s always had problems with his body. Ashton, sadly, doesn’t think there’s gonna be a time when he fully embraces how beautiful he is. And while it devastates him, it just means he’ll have to try harder to make Luke see it.
“That’s not at all what I’m doing,” he replies curtly, pulling at Luke’s thigh. “I’m not trying to make you feel anything. I’m just doing what I always do.”
Luke finally glances back at him, confused.
“I’m fucking my boyfriend and I’m telling him how beautiful he is, nothing abnormal about that, because guess what, Luke?" Ashton gives him a pointed look. "You’re beautiful and I’m not taking any arguments on that fact.”
Luke opens his mouth like he’s going to protest but Ashton doesn’t let him, abruptly pressing a slick finger inside him, cutting off whatever words he was going to say with a shocked gasp, Luke's thin fingers clawing at Ashton’s shoulder as he exclaims, “Fucking shit!”
“Yeah, you’re full of it if you think you’re anything other than gorgeous.” Ashton thrusts the finger in and out, feeling Luke’s fingers dig into the muscle of his shoulder, searching for purchase as his hips move down against Ashton’s hand without a beat of thought. “Look at you, Luke, see? Look at how pretty you are. You’re unreal. You’re fucking otherworldly.”
Luke chokes on air when a second finger is pushed in, his hips jerking down on the stretch, and Ashton scissors them apart, tracking the way Luke shudders with a small smile.
The way Luke keens at the touches, how his body arches and he groans quietly, trying to bite it back by sinking his teeth into his plump lower lip, and that makes Ashton finger him more purposefully, hoping he can pull one of those sweet little moans from him; the ones where his voice squeaks with it, where it sounds so overcome with need.
“Love your body,” Ashton says gently, fucking his fingers in and out to make Luke whimper, slow and with intent, memorizing how Luke’s fingers grip harder at him. “All of it. Love the way you feel, Lu. All soft beneath me. Love these hips, love these thighs.”
For emphasis, he uses the hand not fingering Luke open to pinch at the handle of his hip, squeeze the soft skin in his hand, feel how it sinks beneath his fingertips.
Luke groans, one of those hitching, squeaking sounds Ashton fucking loves, and he presses in a third finger as a reward for the noise.
“Gorgeous boy. Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, Lu, you know that.” Ashton slides his hand down Luke’s hip, grabbing his thigh, biting back a sound from his chest when he feels how it gives under the pressure, how goddamn easily it gives. “Fuck. You know that.”
Luke’s legs give a violent twitch when Ashton finds his prostate, Luke’s head falling back on the pillows, eyes squeezed shut, his hair splayed out so elegantly behind his head and his voice so high when he whispers, “There. Oh, God, right there.”
Ashton pushes in against the same spot, proud of himself beyond belief when Luke mewls at the sensation, grinding down onto Ashton’s hand, his thighs shaking as he does, and Ashton has to watch the way they move, the way they tremble, unable to tear his eyes away.
He says, “Love being between these thighs, Lu. Can’t wait to have them around my waist. Can’t wait to feel them squeeze my sides when I push my cock in.”
Luke cries out quietly as Ashton’s fingers press into his prostate and his voice is hoarse when he pleads, eyes shut tight like it would hurt to pry them open, fingers sinking nails into Ashton’s shoulder, “I’m gonna come. Ashton, please, I have to. I’m gonna come.”
“Not until I’m inside you,” Ashton replies simply, slipping his fingers out, reveling in the way Luke sobs desperately at the loss.
Without another word, Ashton gets the condom on and slicks himself with lube, lining himself up, and there’s no warning but a light grab of Luke’s hip before he pushes in.
“Fuck! Yes, yeah, fuck, oh, fuck me,” Luke groans, hips moving towards Ashton as he eases in, clenching his teeth at how warm Luke is, how good he feels, and he lets out a rough moan thinking about how he’s the only one who gets this from Luke. He’s the only one who gets to feel him like this, gets to see him so wrecked and worn down, so fucking needy for more, so needy to be told how beautiful he is.
Ashton mutters through clenched teeth, putting his head to Luke’s shoulder as he bottoms out, their hips flush together, “Feel so good, Lu. So fucking good.”
“Uh-huh.” Luke is breathing in whimpers. “You—fuck, move. Please, please, Ash, move.”
“Get those thighs around me, baby, and maybe I will,” Ashton replies, biting at Luke’s throat, feeling how fast his heart is going, how his breath heaves. “Want to feel them. Want to feel them shake, Lu.”
Luke lets out a broken moan and he raises his legs, wrapping them around Ashton’s waist, altering how Ashton is pressed inside him, and Ashton groans at the shift, a hand going back to grab one of Luke’s thighs tightly, hoisting it up higher, clutching onto it.
He feels the way Luke’s thighs squeeze his waist and he groans, fucking forward, moving Luke’s body slightly up the bed as he does, and Luke’s returning moan is cracked and loud.
“Pretty boy,” he grits out as he pulls Luke onto him by his thigh, sinking his fingers into the soft skin. Each word is punctuated by a thrust that has Luke whining. “So beautiful for me. Love you. Love you so much.”
Luke wraps his arms around the back of Ashton’s neck, legs growing tighter around his waist, and he babbles out, “Ash, I can’t. I can’t. Gonna come. Have to come.”
“Then fucking come,” Ashton replies simply, a hand going between them to wrap around Luke’s leaking cock.
Luke’s body spasms at the words, spilling between their bodies, and his thighs clench around Ashton’s waist like a vice, making Ashton impossibly aware of their softness, how wide they are, how cushiony against his sides and he comes too with a groan, burying his face into Luke’s neck.
“So beautiful, so so pretty,” Ashton continues softly as they come down, panting together, bodies damp with sweat, Luke still beneath him, and when he lowers his thighs, they quiver, and Ashton’s hips respond with a gentle thrust into him that makes Luke whimper.
As he pulls out, Luke lightly wincing as he does, he presses a quick kiss to Luke’s forehead.
He mutters, running his hand down Luke’s side, “Pretty boy. Can’t believe you’re mine.”
Luke laughs quietly, watching Ashton move away to lay beside him and he says in a huff, his cheeks a hot shade of red, “The same goes for you. I love you.”
“Well, that’s to be expected,” Ashton replies cockily to cover up how it makes his heart stutter in his chest every time he hears Luke say those words. How perfectly they flow from his mouth, how nice they sound on his plush lips. “I’m me. I'm very loveable.”
Luke laughs, reaching to pinch Ashton’s bicep. “Asshole.”
“I think I’m charming.” Ashton shrugs, smiling, thoroughly out of breath.
“You would.” Luke rolls over on his side to give Ashton a gentle kiss and Ashton tries to not act surprised by it.
He says quietly when their noses bump, “I love you.”
“I know,” Luke replies, kissing him again. "I'm very loveable."
“Oh, so you agree?” Ashton asks. “You think you’re very pretty?”
“Don’t quote Mean Girls to me.” Luke's dimples have appeared. "You have to earn that right."
“Admit you’re pretty then,” Ashton demands in a whine and Luke laughs. “C’mon. Say it for me. Please, for me? Admit you’re beautiful. Admit it.”
Luke takes in a shallow breath, eyes darting over his face. “I think you’re beautiful.”
Ashton simpers. “Was that ever up for debate?”
“No.” Luke kisses the corner of his mouth. “But it’s nice to be reminded every now and then.”
And he’s right.
Which is one of the many reasons Ashton turns over and pushes Luke back against the sheets, leaning over him to join their mouths in a tender kiss.
Because he’s more than happy to remind him again.
#lapis#this was fan service#yeah but uh this is my first time writing body worship guys#super out of my comfort zone#little wierd#not really into it#://#k love you all#don't judge me for being a pornbot pls im going thru a phase
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