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“Clifford, you are dead!”
Calum’s head snapped up from where he’d been looking at his phone when he heard Ashton yell. Before he could wonder what was happening, a full head of red hair came barrelling towards him. Michael flopped down on the couch next to him, and snuggled right up to his side, hiding his face in Calum’s neck, his chest heaving. Calum blinked, trying to process what was happening, when it dawned on him.
“Oh no, Mikey, not this time.” He said, dropping phone, and pushing Michael’s head from his neck.
“C’mon, Cal, he’s coming!” Michael whined, nuzzling Calum’s shoulder while looking up at him with watery green eyes.
“Nope, you can’t just run to me everytime you get in trouble.” Calum insisted, listening to Ash scream from the kitchen.
“Where is he!”
Michael shook slightly with fear, and looked back at Calum.
“I’m not in trouble yet, that’s why you’re here.”
Right as he finished, Ash’s footsteps were heard thumping down the hall that led to the living room.
“He’s coming!” Michael cried before shoving Calum forward, and unceremoniously wiggling himself underneath him.
Just as Calum became situated on Michael’s lap with a confused expression, Ashton burst into the room, his hand clenched around his phone.
“Hi, Ash.” Calum smirked at him, eyeing the phone.
“Michael Gordon Clifford, you come out right now!” Ash demanded, vaguely reminding Calum of his mum the time he broke her favorite vase.
“No.” Michael squeaked while wrapping his arms around Calum’s thin waist. Calum smiled slightly, and looked up at the eldest band mate, who was turning bright red.
“I’m serious, Michael. Get out here, so I can kick your ass!” Ashton yelled, his hands braced on his hips.
“No.” Michael repeated, his voice muffled by Calum’s t-shirt. “You’re gonna have to go through my human shield first.”
Ashton’s hands curled into fists, and his shoulders bristled.
“No fair, you can’t use Calum against me.”
“I agree.” Calum mumbled, raising his eyebrows at Michael, who in return scoffed.
“Well, who was I supposed to use, I can’t find Luke anywhere!” Michael complained, and Calum giggled.
“What about Luke?”
The three boys turned their heads to see their tallest band member walk in, sipping on a Starbucks straw.
“Michael has been diminished to using the second-best pouter in the band against Ashton since you were MIA.” Calum put in helpfully.
“What did he do now?” Luke laughed, looking at the blood-red Ashton.
“He set everything I own to Japanese!” Ash yelled, his hands flying through the air.
The room was quiet for a minute as the boy took in the information. They seemed to hold their breath for some time before the three other boys burst out laughing. They shook with
laughter, clapping like stupid seals, turning bright red. Ashton glared as his band mates pissed their pants at a joke whose funny value was equal to that of a three year old’s.
“Shut it, all of you, this isn’t funny!” He cried, looking like he was an inch away from killing all three of his band mates.
“Oh, c’mon Ash.” Luke said, wiping away a tear of laughter. “It’s kinda funny.”
“Thanks, Lukey! I always knew you were on my side!” Michael said, sending the blonde a grateful smile.
“That’s it.” Ashton growled, his jaw clenched. “Calum, move, so I can pound this moron’s head into the wall.”
Calum smiled at Ash before looking back at Michael’s puppy dog eyes.
“Sorry, Ash.” Calum said apologetically while laying back against Michael’s chest, so his head was tucked under the boy’s chin.
Ashton stared at him with wide, betrayed eyes.
“Calum,” Ashton pouted slightly while Calum sent him a sheepish smile.
“Aw, Ash. You know Malum is a married couple. You had no chance.” Luke said, laying a hand on Ashton’s shoulder comfortingly. Ashton turned to Luke with a killer pout, all curls and watery hazel eyes.
“But Lukey, I can’t read Japanese,” He whined. “So I need to kick Michael’s ass.”
Luke giggled, and wrapped an arm around Ashton’s shoulders.
“You can’t kick his ass, Ash.” Luke said with a smirk. “He’ll cry.”
“Hey!” Michael protested, his head popping up from behind Calum’s shoulder.
“Please don’t insult my wife, Lucas. She’s sensitive.” Calum said with a completely straight face.
Luke burst into giggles, and even Ash cracked a smile when Michael made an offended noise, and pushed Calum onto the floor.
Calum sent his red-haired friend a smile before popping up, and planting a sloppy kiss to his cheek.
“I love you, Mikey!” He yelled, then walked over to a still-pouting Ashton.
“S’alright, Ash. I’m sure Mikey will fix it if you ask nicely.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Shut up, Cal.” Ashton said, shoving Calum with one hand while Michael made a retching noise in the background.
“Maybe you could get Calum to do it, he is-”
“Luke, I swear to god, if you say ‘Asian’, I will rip your dick off.” Calum said, sufficiently cutting Luke off.
“Kinky.” Luke said simply, with a smirk while sitting down next to Michael.
“Luke, you don’t even know what that word means, hush.” Michael said, pulling Luke closer.
“Could someone feel sympathetic towards me, please!” Ashton complained, still standing smack-dab in the center of the living room.
“Sorry Ash, I would help, but-” Luke said, gesturing to the red-headed boy that planted himself on his lap, his arms wrapped around the blonde’s torso in a death grip.
Ashton sighed gently, his anger towards the green-eyed boy long-gone.
“C’mon, Ash, let’s look up how to read Japanese.” Calum said with a smile, taking Ashton’ forearm in hand.
Michael yelled a goodbye as Calum led Ashton upstairs to him and Luke’s shared room. Calum shut the door gently, and opened his laptop as Ashton took a seat on his bed.
“I bet you thought that was real funny.” Ashton muttered as Calum typed in ‘How to Disable Japanese’ on his laptop.
“What, Michael’s prank? Yeah, it’s one of his better ones. Of course, it’s always funnier when it happens to someone el-”
“Not the prank, Calum.” Ashton said, now standing directly behind Calum’s desk chair. Calum inhaled sharply before swiveling his chair around to face Ashton, whose eyes were dark.
“What do you mean?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows slightly.
Ashton gripped the arms of the chair, and leaned in, effectively trapping the dark-haired boy.
“Playing with Mikey like that, sitting on his lap, cuddling into his chest, calling him your wife.” Ashton said, his face inches away from Calum’s. “You must have thought it was funny.”
Calum smiled at Ashton, watching as the hazel-eyed boy’s pupils dilated.
“It was pretty funny, Ash.” He said with a smirk, leaning back, away from the honey-haired boy.
“You’ve got some nerve.” Ashton said, letting go of the chair, and standing up straight. “Touching him like that, acting as if you aren’t mine.”
Calum stood up, and walked over to Ashton, placing his hands gently on the boy’s hips.
“Who said I was?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. Ashton smirked.
“I did.”
Calum laughed, and laid his head on Ashton’s shoulder, nuzzling his nose into the crook of his neck.
“You’re right.” He said, his hands flexing on Ashton’s hip bones.
“I know I am. You’ll have to be punished.” Ashton said, winding his arms around Calum’s neck.
“Yes, you’re right. So what do you want, Ash?”Calum whispered, his fingers slipping beneath the cotton of Ashton’s favorite Ramones shirt. “Want to push me on my knees, make me service you with my mouth?”
Ashton bit back a groan, and tightened his grip on Calum’s neck.
“Calum,” He warned quietly.
“Or do you want to bend me over, and make me cry?” Calum said, completely ignoring Ashton’s warning. His hands travelled higher, sliding up the boy’s sides smoothly. He moved closer, kissing his way up Ashton’s neck before stopping next to his ear and whispering:
“Do you want to fuck me so hard that I won’t be able to walk for a week?”
Just as Ashton was about to throw Calum onto the mattress, and show him what it meant to be fucked until he couldn’t walk, the door was slammed opened. Seconds later, some weird configuration of blonde and red hair came stumbling in. Calum jumped away, watching with flushed cheeks as Luke tripped, causing both boys to crash to the floor.
“I...I need help.” Luke wheezed out, Michael glued to his back.
Ashton looked at Calum, who was subtly facing the other way to avoid any questions about his odd boner with red cheeks. He then pulled his shirt down, both to fix the wrinkles Calum caused, and to hopefully conceal his own ‘problem’.
“What’s wrong?” Calum said, slightly breathless.
“This...thing...will not get off of me.” Luke whined, rolling onto his side, failing to remove the red-haired boy.
“Huh.” Ashton said, crouching down so he was level with Luke. “Looks like some abnormal growth of fungus.”
Calum started to chuckle as Luke pried each of Michael’s fingers from his waist. Michael fell off the boy’s back with a huff, and looked up at Ashton.
“You.” He said, pointing to the hazel-eyed boy. “Are rude.” Ashton laughed.
“You.” Michael continued, pointing to Calum. “Are fucking stupid.” Calum looked offended.
“And you.” Michael finished, pointing to Luke. “Are the worst pony ever.”
“Well excuse me for not wanting a hundred and sixty pounds of pure douche bag riding me.” Luke said, standing up while brushing his shirt off. Michael rolled over onto his back, and winked at Luke.
“Don’t worry, you will.”
Luke wrinkled his nose in a rather cute way, and snorted.
“Like you’ll ever get into these pants, Clifford. Keep dreaming,”
“You can barely get into them, Luke.” Calum pointed out, pinching Luke’s jean-clad thigh. Luke let out a very manly squeal, and smacked Calum’s hand away.
“Yours are just as bad, Cal.” Luke whined, shying away.
“The difference is that people actually gets into his.” Ashton said, flopping on Calum’s bed, fiddling with his Japanese phone.
Luke sent Ashton wide eyes, and Michael started to laugh from the floor.
“Calum.” Michael said, looking at Ashton. “Calum Thomas Hood has people...that get in his pants?” He finished through giggles. Calum flicked Michael in the head, and frowned.
“More now than you ever will.” He muttered, sitting down next to Ashton.
“Face it, Mikey.” Ashton said, still staring at his phone screen. “Calum gets more action than all three of us combined.”
Michael snorted, and picked himself off the floor. Calum leaned his head on Ashton’s shoulder, and gave Michael a Cheshire cat grin. Michael, in turn, flicked him off.
“I’m going to go get frozen yogurt.” Michael announced, turning on his heel, and exiting the room.
Though Luke had been pretending to dislike Michael earlier, the tall blonde boy trailed after him like a lost puppy.
“Wait for me, Mikey! I want some!” He whined, speed-walking out of the doorway, and nearly tripping on his endless legs.
Calum laughed softly as he watched their skinny-love interaction, and nuzzled his forehead into Ashton’s shoulder. Ashton didn’t move, his eyes locked on his phone.
“They’re idiots.” He stated, scrolling through his settings. Calum hummed in agreement, before moving so his head was pillowed by Ashton’s thighs.
“But they’re our idiots.” He said happily, rolling into Ashton so he could nuzzle his face against the boy’s shirt.
“You’re an idiot.” Ashton said, his voice dripping with fondness. “What are you even doing to me?”
Calum smiled against the dark material of Ashton’s shirt, and nuzzled his nose deeper into his tummy.
“Snuggling.” He said, with a happy little smile.
Ashton rolled his eyes before locking his phone, and tossing it to the side. He wound his fingers through Calum’s hair, and tugged slightly, pulling him up.
“Well, come on then, if we’re gonna do it, we might as well do it right.” He said, pulling Calum so that his head was cradled in his neck, and his arms were wound tightly around his waist.
Calum seemed enthused, and he giggled right into the warm skin of Ashton’s neck. He slotted their thighs together, and before Ashton knew it, Calum’s clothed dick was pressed right up against his.
“You’re such a pain. You’re like a leech when you cuddle.” Ashton whined, trying to free his hands from where they were squished against Calum’s chest.
“You love it.” Calum murmured while pressing a kiss to Ashton’s neck. Ashton let out a breath of relief when he finally freed his hand from their Calum trap, and wrapped his arms around
Calum’s back, his left hand settling just above the waistband of Calum’s pants.
Calum continued to kiss Ashton’s neck filthily, with his tongue lapping at the tanned skin, and his teeth coming to scrape. Ashton didn’t hardly respond, other than to tilt his head, and allow the raven-haired boy more access. Calum dragged his mouth under Ashton’s prominent jawline before leaving a trail of kisses on the column of his throat.
“What was it-” Calum cut himself off in favor of biting Ashton’s Adam’s apple gently, to which the hazel-eyed boy moaned slightly. “that we were talking about-” Calum stopped again, to kiss at Ashton’s jaw, his hands settling on the bones of his hips. “before we were so rudely-” This time, it was a kiss to the corner of Ashton’s mouth. “interrupted?”
Ashton couldn’t help the moan that built in his throat when Calum kissed him. He did it every time. There was nothing romantic about the kisses, they just added to the effect, but something about Calum kissing him always made Ashton’s gut twist in the slightest of wrong directions.
Calum’s lips were really sinful, honestly. They weren’t red like Mikey’s, or thin like Luke’s. They were thick, and full, and Ashton could say from experience that they felt heavenly wrapped around a thick cock. Calum’s lips could arguably be Ashton’s favorite physical feature.
“If I remember correctly, we were talking about your punishment.” Ashton breathed, when Calum’s lips broke from his for air. Calum gave him a dazed smile, and hummed in approval.
Ashton moved his hands to grab at Calum’s wrists, bringing them away from his waist, and pinning them above his head, while rolling them over, so he was straddling the younger boy’s hips. A noise closely resembling a growl escaped Ashton’s throat as he nipped at Calum’s skin. He bit softly at his neck and jaw, making sure not to leave any visible marks above the neckline of his t-shirt.
“Oh, fuck Ash.” Calum muttered as Ashton’s hands disappeared under the boy’s shirt.
“Shh.” Ashton mumbled, his fingers pressing into the divots of Calum’s hips.
When he reconnected his lips with Calum’s, the smaller boy’s tongue was quick to work it’s way into Ashton’s mouth. Ashton accepted it greedily, sliding his own wet tongue over Calum’s.
The dark-haired boy groaned loudly, and arched his chest against Ashton’s as their tongues tangoed in Ashton’s mouth. While Calum was occupied with Ashton’s tongue, the blonde boy wiggled his fingers beneath the tight band on Calum’s jeans, his fingers ghosting over the hem of his boxers.
Calum broke their lips in favor of kissing down Ashton’s neck warmly.
“Oh, yes.” Ashton let out a soft moan, and tilted his head as Calum sucked on the spot behind his ear. Calum just laughed against his skin, and dug his fingernails into Ashton’s back, tugging him closer.
Ashton came willingly, letting his chest mash into Calum’s as his fingers breached the edge of his underwear. He slid his long fingers on the underside of Calum’s cock until his palm disappeared completely into his pants. Calum, in response stopped sucking on Ashton’s neck to let out a broken whine, his eyebrows furrowing in pleasure.
Ashton twiddled his fingers around Calum’s member, just sliding, not quite grabbing yet. He personally found that Calum’s face when you teased him, must be carved by angels. Ashton has never seen Calum look better than when he’s on the edge of begging Ashton to touch him, fuck him, to do something. And that face is what Ashton’s looking at right now, Calum looks desperate, his cheeks filling with color, and Ashton hasn’t even fully touched him yet.
“Yeah, Cal? You like that?” Ashton taunted, his fingers ghosting over the head of Calum’s cock.
Calum nodded eagerly, and shoved his hips forward against Ashton’s hand. Ashton tutted him, and used his free hand to pin Calum’s hip down.
“Now, Calum. Ease up, I’ll take care of you, I promise.” Ashton whispered, slowly curling his fingers around the base of Calum’s dick.
Calum bit down on his lip so roughly, the skin broke while Ashton toyed his way around the shaft of his cock. He pumped slowly, obviously trying to get Calum worked up. Calum knew this, so he tried his hardest to keep his moans in his mouth.
But, Ashton knew him too well, because his free hand released his hip, and came to coax Calum’s lip from between his teeth.
“Wanna hear you.” Ashton mumbled against Calum’s neck. It was then that his hand started to pump Calum slowly, going all the way from base to tip. Calum obliged Ashton’s request easily, allowing his and Luke’s room to be filled with soft moans. They couldn’t be too loud, he could hear Mikey telling Luke to shut up just below them, and the last thing he wanted was for Dumb and Dumber to walk in on him and Ashton.
So, he kept his groans to a low volume while Ashton continued to stroke him quickly, the blonde’s head pushed into his shoulder. While Ashton stroked Calum roughly, making heat pool in the latter’s tummy, he not-so-subtly rubbed himself against Calum’s thigh. If anything, it just made Calum feel even closer to the edge, to feel used by Ashton, to have him so hard from simply touching Calum, that he was humping his leg desperately, doing a sloppy job of hiding it.
“Fuck, Ash, please keep going.” He whined, pushing his cock against Ashton’s palm, even though he got reprimanded last time for doing so. Ashton let it slide, and bit at Calum’s throat instead.
“You’re so hot like this, Calum. All desperate for me to touch you, letting yourself be used by me.” Ashton mumbled against his Adam’s apple while his thumb slid over the wet slit at the top of Calum’s cock.
Calum shivered at the touch, letting out a moan louder than it should have been. Ashton just smirked against the tanned boy’s skin, and worked his fist faster, a bit of a challenge against Calum’s tight jeans. He repeatedly slid his fingers over the slick head of his dick, making Calum’s thighs quiver in need every time. The dark-haired boy was a mess, all messy hair and bruised lips, his eyebrows furrowed it absolute bliss, obviously fighting to keep his hips obediently pinned to the mattress. The more desperate he got, the faster Ashton went, his hand furiously pumping Calum’s hot shaft while biting at his collar bones.
“You gonna cum, Cal?” Ashton asked hotly, his breath fanning across Calum’s chest.
Calum whined, and bucked his hips again, his stomach filling with white-hot heat, and he knew he was going to lose it any second.
“A-Ashton, I’m g-gonna-”
Before Calum could finish his sentence, Ashton retracted his hand quickly, and sat back.
Calum all but screamed as Ashton’s warm body left his, his eyes snapping open.
“Ashton, what-please.” Calum whined, fucking his hips into thin air. Ashton just smiled at him softly, and climbed off of him.
Calum gave him a confused, completely desperate look, begging him to finish him off. Ashton giggled, and stood up off the bed.
“Consider this your punishment.” He said with a smile, and Calum glared like he’d never glared before.
“Punishment! But-”
“No but’s.” Ashton said, leaning into Calum’s personal space. The boy’s pupils were still dilated, and his cheeks were still pink. “You tease me, I tease you.”
With that, Ashton was turning away, and strutting towards the door, leaving Calum to glare at his back.
“Hope your hand is as good as mine!” Ashton called, and Calum groaned while flopping back down onto his bed.
“Fuck you, Ash!”