Where is Luke? || Zashton
I led Ashton into my ‘house’. No matter how hard I tried it always looked like a shack. At least I had a roof over my head. Always tried to remind myself of that. I led the up the stairs toward my would be. I opened the door to the room and tried not to cringe at the dingy mattress that was laid on the floor. I had found it out laid on the curb outside someone’s house almost a week I… left… after I left my parents house was I was 13.
I noticed the place Zayn went. It wasn’t anything fancy, in fact it wasn’t a house at all. I wasn’t the type of person to judge though simply because I didn’t care. There was one thing I was intending to do and that was to have my relief. I began to slick on my pants, and as soon as we reached the place I walked in front of Zayn then began unbuttoning his shirt. I started from the top down to the bottom then opened his shirt to reveal his tattooed body. I leaned down then began kissing the alphas chest, kissing on the tattoos I found beautiful.
I smirked as Ashton began to move down my body. I pulled him close, moving his head as I kissed him, opening his mouth with my tongue. I sucked on his bottom lip.
