i promise this is personal. (LUKE)

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Probably for the first time since tour started, Knox had slept completely and utterly like a baby. And not the screaming, messy kind. He couldn't remember a time when he'd slept when he didn't have someone waking him up his entire life. Between Rozzi and her sister -er, their sister..?- or his dad, or everyone on his bus, he never got an entire night's sleep. Which usually resulted in the use of some sort of drug, a lot of caffeine, or eighteen pots of coffee. Give or take a couple.

"Mm.." Knox whimpered, turning over from his stomach to his back. He drew a knee up under the thin blanket, running his hands slowly over his face. But he had no honest desire to get up. For any reason. Except maybe a shower.. Everything from his thighs to low on his chest was caked with the results of last night. But oh, he'd earned his milkshake and then some. He'd had a lot of lays, don't get him wrong. But none he hadn't rushed to the shower immediately after for, either. And certainly none he'd actually fallen asleep next to. He finally sat up, reaching up to run his hand through what he was sure was a horrible case of bed head, thanks to the copious amounts of hair gel he had put in it the day before.

[lucas aaron jackson]

the next morning, luke's torso was sore; his back was scratched up; but he felt amazing. he sighed aloud, turning to see knox and a smile crept up on his face. who would have thought that after a random hook up, he would be happy to see the person next to him? most of the time luke hated people who stuck around afterwards, and if he woke up before the other person he would have snuck out without leaving a single thing for them to get in contact with him. although when you managed a famous band, twitter was the biggest thing for him and you'd be surprised at how many personal direct messages he got from pissed off one nighters.

anyway, he rubbed his eyes and exhaled hard as he stretched his arms out. he then turned at knox again. "morning" he spoke up before clearing his throat, he honestly didn't want to get out of bed but he knew that sooner or later his band was going to wonder where he was. not to mention he was still pretty much coated in jizz from the evenings events.

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Knox heard him speak and smiled over at him, amazed by his beautiful blue eyes. His own changed colors depending on what he had on, but Luke's eyes were just so bright and alluring. He ran his fingers under his eyes, sure the eyeliner he had on the day before was smudged beyond belief. "Mornin'." He drawled, tempted to lean in for a kiss, but he wasn't the type to show any emotion to someone who was bound to be nothing but a one night stand.

"You weren't lying when you said you were gonna wear me out. I don't think I slept that good since I did that cancer run." He rubbed at an eye, sure he was going to just smudge his eyeliner more. But he didn't care. As bad as he didn't want to get up, he finally did, and walked to the bathroom. He ran him a shower, washing off the night before almost tediously. But the marks on his hips and chest were still there. He finally finished and got out, wrapping his towel around his waist before he walked back out of the bathroom, running his hands through his hair. "It's all yours."

[lucas aaron jackson]

their eyes met and luke smiled, his smile broke out into a light chuckle when knox talked about luke wearing him out. "hey, i told you." he winked toward the boy. his eyes followed the boy as he slid out of the bed, luke was shocked that they were both naked. usually he would slip back into his boxers or something after sex, some thing about his bare dick rubbing on a sheet really freaked him out. when he heard the shower, he winced at the pains he was getting in his muscles. he shrugged them off, blaming them on last night's sex. the boy slid to the edge of the bed, reaching for his pants. he pulled his phone from the pocket, four missed calls; eight texts; and a few mentions on twitter. was it really that important for him to be with the guys all day? luke shrugged it off, putting his phone back in his pocket and dropping his pants back onto the ground. he looked under the blankets, and couldn't help himself but to burst out in laughter. the cleaning staff was going to have a ball with these sheets, luke and knox had practically ruined them.

when knox walked out of the bathroom, luke took note of the water running down his chest and he suddenly feared getting out of bed for the chance of knox seeing his erection. not that it was a big deal after the previous events of the evening but he didn't know how long or how many times could knox have sex. he wasn't a bottom, but figured that it took a lot of work to take and take and take. he sighed, turning over on his side to face the boy. "uh- give me a minute some one's... awake." he raised his eyebrows, laughter in his voice. luke wasn't a jerk when it came to sex, if knox didn't want to screw around again he had no problem blowing a load in the shower.

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Knox looked him over, then his eyes wandered to the bed they'd ruined. Even the sheet had come off of one corner. He walked over to him, figuring he may as well go out on a limb. He wasn't the type of person who tired easily when it came to sex. He could go and go and go and never get tired. Granted it wasn't him who kept getting off, because after two or three, he was content. But he could take like there was no tomorrow.

He leaned down, kissing him slowly as his hand ran down over his chest, his tongue tracing slowly over his bottom lip. "Unless you want me to get on my knees." He breathed, slowly pulling the blanket down lower and lower. He raised an eyebrow in question, watching his blue eyes intently as he felt his fingers slowly brushing his skin. Then he stopped once the blanket was at his hips. "Unless you don't wanna. Then the shower's water is still warm." He mumbled. But oh, it wasn't like he had a problem getting him off again. Luke had stuck around all night, hadn't he? The least Knox could do was take his little problem off his hands.

[lucas aaron jackson]

when knox walked over, luke smirked a bit. however, the smirk was washed away when the boy's lips were pressed against his own. some thing about knox's lips just really turned him on, which was odd since usually in the hook up world of luke jackson kissing was optional and he always took the option of not kissing. kissing lead to passion, which lead to feelings, which lead to broken hearts later on. luke thought i was physically impossible to get any harder at this point, but the minute knox's hand ran down his chest... it was almost like a throbbing sensation and he let out a soft moan. with knox's tongue running across his lip, luke needed something and he needed it now. he didn't care where his dick was going at this point, this boy had made him crazy.

the way knox spoke to him, it was incredible. he took a small, yet deep breath in and sighed aloud. "only way i'm getting in that shower is because i'm even more dirty and sticky compared to ten minutes ago." he bit his lip, not taking his eyes off of knox. his arm extended, practically yanking the towel off of knox before running both hands through his own hair with a seductive smile painted on his face.

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Knox was a bit shocked as the kiss was met, and then there was Luke's tongue, running oh so slowly over his bottom lip. He smirked at his comment, the fact that he was now standing naked in front of the guy not bothering him as much as it probably would have with anyone else. The fact that it didn't bother him was what bothered him most. He never got attached to anyone at all. It meant getting hurt. Which was why he was content to keep his distance.

He climbed on top of him, kissing slowly along his jaw as he ran his hands over his hips. He knew he was going to be sore after last night, but he wasn't going to deny taking him again. He gently pressed his hips against him, kissing him softly.

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Knox slowly pulled away from him, sitting down on the bed next to him. But after his shower, he didn't really care to lay in a bed that had delibrately messed up the night before. He looked over his shoulder at him, watching the way his chest rose and fell before he started to pull on his boxers. "Get a shower and I'll get us those milkshakes before you leave." He said, pulling his skinny jeans up and buttoning them.

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[lucas aaron jackson]

when knox was on top of him, he closed his eyes feeling his kisses and his hands. what a great start to the day right? he had made the remark in the chat room about morning dick being the best kind, but didn't think it would actually happen again especially after their night together. whatever, wasn't like he was complaining or anything. he let out another soft moan, bit his lip, and enjoyed the ride.


when it was, again, over he looked over at knox as he told him to get showered and all that jazz. he nodded towards the boy. "deal." he slid his sticky self out of the bed, not even caring if he were naked in front of him. that didn't say much though, luke would walk around naked all day, anywhere and everywhere if he could. since he had to walk around to knox's side of the bed to get to the bathroom he made a pit stop to the boy and kissed his forehead. why? who knew. he smirked and walked to the bathroom, looking over his shoulder at knox smiling before shutting the door and proceeding to showering.

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Knox bit his lip as the other male kissed his head. He didn't understand it; it was something his drunken father did when he was rarely sober and found the twins asleep in the living room. It wasn't something that someone did after you'd just finished with them. He picked up his shirt, pulling it over his head before he walked to the little mirror on the vanity by the door. He fixed his hair a bit now that it wasn't quite so wet. He wasn't quite sure he liked how he looked without hair gel and eyeliner, but it would have to do. He didn't have much of a choice. He was in a motel with a one night stand.

He sat down in the chair at the desk, folding his arms over his stomach as he looked around the room. Everything looked fine, but the bed was a horrible mess. It looked like they'd let loose a hyper dog or something. 'But it was hands-down the best sex I've had all tour.' He thought, his eyes wandering over the other male as he came out of the shower. He was so attractive, with his blue eyes and thin body. And his voice. Oh, Knox could drown in it. 'You're getting too attached. He's just a one night stand.' He thought, looking over at the window with the drawn shades.