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calum has no idea what the hell is in the air at this London gig, but whatever it is, it's created a big, big problem.
A giant, five foot ten, curly-haired, hazel-eyed, and beefy problem.
And hey, ever since he's been trying to keep a more open mind, he hasn't really thought twice about it when he gives ashton an extra once-over.
But right now… this is just ridiculous.
calum's breath catches, body stiffening as he watches ashton play those drums, skin glistening from sweat, he looks oiled up for christ sake. He has such desire and sudden shame he feels from ogling his best friend at their own fucking concert, causes him to clear his throat. He looks around, trying to be as casual as possible while turning his head focusing on his bass. He catches the eyes of michael glancing back at him before looking back at the crowd.
Desire runs through calums veins for the entire rest of the gig. Whenever ashtons eyes meet his from behind the drums calum has to hone in on the grip of his bass. Calum thinks about the strength it takes to drum like that for a whole gig. Which leads to thinking about ashtons big beefy biceps and how much he’d like to bite them. God he needs to stop.
He wants to scream for joy when the gig ends. He practically runs off stage to the dressing room. He and ashton share one and luke and michael in the other. Its unfortunate really because calum can’t stop thinking about ashtons arms. Ashton catches him staring whilst they change but he just smirks, not saying anything as calum quickly looks away embarrassed. Christ, he needs to get a hold of himself. Hes just horny he’ll find someone at the bar. Yeah. a nice pretty girl.
Turns out, Luke was more than willing to pay for multiple rounds of shots for the boys at the bar. Mostly because he wanted everyone to be drunk, not just him.
calum stumbles as he pushes the glass doors of their hotel open. ashton has an arm around his shoulders, attempting to walk in tandem with him but failing miserably. calum thinks back to that day when ashton couldn't walk straight, even when he was sober, shoving into his shoulder while they both made fun of each other over their failed relationships.
It brings out a chuckle in him, and he clutches ashton's waist a little tighter as they try to walk towards the elevators. ashton doesn't even know what he's laughing about, but he joins calum with laughter of his own.
calum reaches forward for the button, shoving his thumb in before leaning back and waiting. ashton drops his head on the side of calum's and takes a deep breath. calum recalls the night, basically attached to the hip with ashton and taking shot after shot. After the seventh or eighth one, ashton had realised there was a floor for line dancing, and ashton full-on pouted until calum let himself be dragged onto the floor to teach him.
He liked pouty ashton. Sure, pouty ashton wasn't really a thing when he wasn't… inebriated. But that didn't really matter. calum mulls it over before deciding on his finishing thought, humming and nodding to no one but himself.
He's pretty sure he likes every version of ashton. He just likes ashton.
"I am so glad we get to room together. Because listen, I love luke… I really do. But he is SO messy. And michael snores LOUD." ashton picks his head up, swiping the back of his hand over his mouth. He scrunches his eyes and mouth in thought before settling back against calum’s. "You do neither of those things i like you."
The elevator opens up then, and calum squeezes his waist again before pushing them both forward. They both stumble again and giggle like little schoolboys, and they turn around without even separating.
ashton and calum lean against each other, both of their eyes closed. A draft creeps in as the door closes, and both of them shiver; calum tightens his grip on ashton, sliding his hand down his hip. ashton tugs calum's shoulders impossibly closer, and calum thinks that if he were to just tug him a little tighter, they'd be occupying the same space. He thinks about being so close to ashton that they were one? How would it work?
Would their skin and bones just meld together until you couldn't really tell the two of them apart? Or could he just… could he just crawl inside ashton? Or, could ashton just crawl under his own skin? Tug it apart and sneak his way in? Get under his veins, his flesh and bones, and move around until he's comfortable? Should he try? See if it's possible?
He gets a hint of ashton's cologne wafting towards his nose, same as the one from earlier in the day. Same as the one he smelled when ashton clutched him tight when they were handed their first place trophy at the award ceremony.
God. That smells good.
Calum takes a deep breath, and a fire lights in his lower belly. The nerve endings in his arms sizzle, working out towards his hands and fingers. The hairs on his arms break out into goosebumps. calum shakes his free hand, tightening it into a fist and releasing, but it doesn't work. He's suddenly aware of just how close he is to ashton. How… pressed up they are, side to side, ashton's right hip digging into the side of his waist.
Maybe it is possible. If he just tried.
When has he ever just tried?
It spurs him into action, and against his better judgment. His arm around ashton's hip moves up slowly back to his waist, and then his lower back. He goes for slow, because the warmth of ashton's skin feels incredible. And his two light layers of clothing do nothing to suppress it.
ashton makes a low noise against him, and the sounds vibrate between their heads, "Hmmm… feels good, cal. You're really warm."
calum shifts his head, turning to face him. Only ashton doesn't really lift his head, still leaning against calum's, so calum just feels the scratch of ashton's days-old stubble against his cheek and then his nose. He drags his nose back toward that spot right below ashton's ear, and only then does it spur ashton to straighten his head.
He groans loudly when calum takes a deep breath against his skin.
"cal…" ashton shudders.
"Dude, you smell so— so fucking amazing." calum's better judgment passes him yet again, and he drags his nose up to place a soft kiss in the same spot.
"calum." ashton repeats. His grip on calum's shoulder falters, and before calum knows it, ashton reaches out with his other hand, a palm gripping the tops of both his shoulders and shifting them so that they're now fully facing each other.
Their foreheads are pressed against each other, and both of them are suddenly breathless, looking down at the floor.
ashton invades all of his senses, and calum closes his eyes. He's resigned to the fact that this wouldn't be happening if they weren't as drunk as they were, but that's as far as his thoughts go in that regard.
The rest are just… ashton.
Ashton. Ashton. Ashton.
ashton whimpers softly, still not looking calum in the eyes. "Do— do that again."
calum swallows loudly. "Yeah?" he rasps out.
ashton can only nod against his forehead, and calum decides that he really doesn't have a choice but to give ashton what he wants.
He slides away a little faster this time, his nose scratching against the stubble across ashton's cheek again. But this time, calum wets his lips before he places a fuller, open-mouthed kiss under the spot below his ear.
ashton groans even deeper than before and fully wraps his arms around calum's shoulder. One of his hands cups the back of calum’s head, gripping his hair and pushing him forward.
calum hums against his skin.
Ashtons breathing is picking up, "Again."
calum pushes against his waist and moves his hand down, both of them grunting when ashton's lower back hits the railing against the elevator wall.
calum obliges again, peeking out his tongue this time when his lips land.
"Hey. I'm in charge here." calum whispers against his skin.
ashton makes a messy noise of agreement, nodding.
calum continues, lavishing kisses across his skin that switch between feathery and intense, tongue peeking out when he can't control it. calum's hand behind ashton drifts even lower, moving over his belt until he reaches the soft swell of his ass. And when he squeezes it, fingers digging into the flesh, calum loses another thread of control he's been hanging onto since they started this trip. He pushes ashton up against him with his grip, and ashton moans in his ear when their lower halves finally connect.
He feels ashton growing hard against his belly and grips his ass even tighter, wordlessly giving ashton the invitation to grind against him.
calum's kisses grow faster, and he moves to ashton's jaw, his cheek, and only stops when he reaches the corner of his mouth.
He looks at the soft, plump, and pink lips and watches as ashton pulls the lower one into his mouth, his eyes screwing shut.
calum watches as the emotions play over his face.
Anticipation.
Nervousness.
Desire.
Again, under normal circumstances, calum would probably grit his teeth and turn impassive, but the booze in his system was throwing all rationality out the window.
So calum feels the warmth in his veins and moves his free hand up to ashton's cheek.
ashton lets out a deep breath from his nose and opens his eyes when calum uses his thumb to pull his bottom lip out from between his teeth.
The pads of his thumb rub against ashton's wet bottom lips, and calum just stares at it in quiet fascination.
"What are we doing, cal?" ashton whispers, eyes hooded and words coming out in slurry speech.
"I… I don't know. But… do you want to stop?"
ashton answers immediately. "No." He drops his forehead onto calum's and shakes his head, letting out a puff of air in a laugh, smiling. "God, no."
"Just… just keep going, cal."
calum brings his hand up to ashton's chin, pushing his head up to make their eyes meet. ashton avoids it at first, and calum shifts his head to try and find his eyes.
"ash—" calum rasps out. He moves his hand up to his jaw, thumbing at his cheek to try and get him to budge. calum doesn't know what to make of his eyes darting down, refusing to look at him, for anything other than indifference. A shiver works its way up his spine, anxiety flooding his veins.
Maybe calum's pushing too far. They're both drunk, and maybe… maybe he should stop. Even if ashton says he wants to take it further.
Is it worth it?
What if ashton doesn't know what he really wants? calum would never forgive himself.
But can he do it? Can he just brush whatever just happened off? His stomach twists in a knot at the thought of letting ashton go.
When he was this close to having him.
When he was this close to letting himself have anything.
He tried. At least he can get out of this, saying he tried.
He's almost about to pull away, but it's like ashton senses it. ashton closes his hand over the one calum has on his jaw, pushing it back against his skin and gripping tight. He finally looks up to meet calum's gaze.
And calum clings to it. He searches his eyes for anything. Anything that tells him to stop.
But he can't find it.
"I'm sorry. I'm just scared. And a little nervous, maybe. Maybe a little drunk too." ashton sputters out. "But I want this. I— I've wanted this, cal."
A rush of relief floods calum's veins, and his hand moves back up to clutch ashton's waist again. He gives ashton the goofiest smile he can manage, because that's the best he can do. The lump stuck in his throat is making sure of it.
He could probably use another shot right now.
Just for the extra courage.
"Kiss me, cal."
calum leans up, and he places the kiss he was going to before on the corner of his lips, and ashton mewls softly at the contact. It's quick, fleeting.
And not enough.
He doesn't move back far; their lips are only a hair away when he pulls back. Their noses brush against each other, and they stand there for a second, both of them panting softly against each other.
Calum wants. He wants, and wants, and wants.
And ashton… ash wants him too.
So he grips ashton’s jaw a little tighter, pulling him forward, and their lips finally meet. It felt like a moment frozen in time, a simple press of their lips. But at the same time, it was a kiss that he's never had before. A kiss that he never thought he could have; a kiss that was breathing life into him at the same time.
ashton's lips feel soft against his, and calum presses firmer when he wants more.
calum envelopes all of his senses.
The warmth of him under calum's palms.
The smell of him, heightened from how close they were.
The humming he could hear coming from past ashton's lips.
And then, a sharp intake of breath when ashton wants more too.
ashton puts his hands on calum's back, moving them up to his shoulders, and pulls him even closer. The kiss becomes hot, breathy, sloppy, and desperate, and calum swipes his tongue over ashton's lips to get a taste before they pull away when the need for air becomes too much. He pants heavily against ashton's mouth.
When calum pulls back just far enough, he can see the pink flush working its way up ashton’s cheeks, and his hooded eyes looking back at him with hunger in them. calum's heart pounds and thumps against his chest, and his eyes dart down to ashton's for a second before ashton makes his own move.
ashton pulls him forward, and they kiss again, this time more frantic and rough. calum takes it in eagerly and swipes his tongue over ashton's lip again.
Their tongues meet almost instantaneously, and so does the warmth calum feels. ashton tastes sweet, a hint of fruit from the last drink of the night, remnants of tequila, and something that was intoxicatingly ashton.
Calum can't get enough.
He moves his hand to ashton's lower back to pull him in, and groans into ashton's mouth when he can feel all of him again.
ashton grinds against him, pushing his cock up into calum's stomach. Calum pushes him back against the elevator railing, tapping his left leg and lifting it slightly in invitation. ashton takes it, wrapping it around calum's lower half.
"Yeah, that's it, ash. Get what you need." calum whispers against his mouth.
"Okay. Ye—yeah." ashton stutters.
calum shifts his legs apart, pushing his lower half to the top of ashton's thigh, chasing his own pleasure. His left hand roams, scratching softly up ashton's stomach and chest. His fingers reach ashton’s left pec, and ashton mutters something against his lips when they graze over his nipple. He sags against the railing, but calum takes a step closer to him, keeping them as entangled as possible.
"Wait." ashton tugs them apart with a little force, and then calum looks at him, confused as he takes in their surrounding. He moves his head to the left, looking behind calum, squinting under the light before he starts… laughing.
calum smiles, just at the fact, but he's still as lost as he was five seconds ago.
"What's happening right now?" calum scoffs, turning his head around while keeping a grip on ashton. "Oh, shit."
The elevator. They forgot to press the damn elevator button to their floor.
calum turns back to ashton, still losing his shit, and calum joins him in laughter.
He shoves at ashton's chest lightly before he lets him go to slam the eighth-floor button. He trips over himself on the way back, the movement of the elevator jolting him and bringing back the dizziness from the booze in his veins. ashton reaches out to steady him, body shaking from his fit of giggles that have only become louder. calum huffs at him when they close the distance, running his hands up ashton's chest and tucking his head into ashton's neck.
"Ha-ha. It wasn't that funny."
"Are you—" ashton chokes out in between his hysterics. "—okay? Like, actually okay?"
"Yeah, I am. Stop laughing."
And he does, eventually. In fact, a look of determination comes across ashton's face when the elevator doors open, and suddenly, calum's being tugged and dragged across the hallway, in tow right behind ashton. calum's brows furrow when they walk past his room, and his vision blurs as all the doors and lights in the hallways suddenly look endless to him, so he turns back towards ashton. He watches as ashton tugs his hand forward a little tighter and uses his other hand to pull out his wallet and keycard.
"ashton, we passed my room."
"No we didnt dumbass." ashton mutters as the door clicks open. calum doesn't have time to give him a witty retort because ashton pulls him in and slams him against the door after it shuts.
It takes him by surprise, the sudden force and manhandling, and calum tries to protest. He really does, except ashton's lips are on his again, and they feel so good. He feels so good, great even, and calum frames his face and tugs the hair on the back of his head, scratching his scalp and getting another choked noise out of him.
What other noises can ashton make? calum really, really wants to find out.
calum pushes him back slowly, hands still framing his face and tongues greedily swiping against each other, trying to get as much of each other as they can. ashton's hands wander everywhere, calum's back, around his shoulders, then down his abs, down his stomach, and his waist. It's dizzying, the touch electric and leaving a fire's wake under calum's skin.
ashton's hands find calum's belt ashtonle, and he struggles with it a little before calum hears the clack of metal as ashton throws it off to the side. Ashton fumbles with the button of his jeans next, and calum hisses and separates his mouth from ashton's when one of his hands slides down into his pants and grips him through the fabric of his boxers.
"ash…fuck." calum gasps as his eyes roll into the back of his head. The feeling is some mix between pleasure and relief, but after he tries to steady his legs from falling forward at the warmth of his hands, a sudden cold washes over his shoulders, and he pulls ashton's hand away from his pants and creates some distance between them.
"We… we can't, ashton. We're both drunk off our asses." calum starts pacing around the room, a hand rubbing his chin as he tries to make sense of this amongst the fog in his brain. "This… this is a bad idea."
"No, it's not calum. It's not a bad idea." calum shoots out a hand on his hip, trying to stop his panic walk. "Oh, would you stop for a second?!"
Calum sighs and obliges, but then he starts tapping one of his feet as he turns to face ashton.
"It's not a bad idea." His arms spread outward, eyebrows shooting up, almost in exasperation. "Yes… Maybe we've both had a bit to drink. But we're both fine. We got to our room just fine."
"This was already established in the elevator. I want you." ashton’s voice goes down an octave, and he starts muttering to himself, but it's not as low as ashton thinks because calum hears it anyway. "And you, you finally want me back, so…"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" calum shoves their joined hands against ashton’s chest, not really intending to hurt ashton, but he sees ashton wince, and he immediately feels regret.
He tries to let go, the sting in his heart at ashton's comment still raw.
But ashton doesn't let him. He pulls him forward till they're as close as they were before calum pulled them apart.
"Sorry." ashton closes his eyes, leaning forward until their foreheads are touching again. He scrunches his nose, shaking his head. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. Lack of a filter right now."
One of his hands waves around his own head in circles until it settles on calum's shoulder.
"Forgive me?" ashton says softly.
calum looks into his eyes, the shade of hazel washing a sense of calm over him, like it has so many times before.
He pushes up to kiss him again, and it feels just as good as all the other ones. The scratch of his stubble, his now swollen lips, the way he tastes, and the way he feels.
All of it.
He can't believe he's waited this long.
And that he has to wait even longer.
ashton tries to deepen the kiss, pressing his tongue in between calum's lips and asking for entrance, and calum lets him, lets him because calum wants his fill too, but his thread of control is about to snap, again, and he pushes ashton off to take deep breaths.
"ashton— no! We can't." calum puts his hands in his face, dragging them down and settling them on his hips.
ashton groans dramatically. "calum."
calum hears the click of ashton's tongue against the roof of his mouth.
"I'm fine," ashton whines to him. "I swearrrrr. I swear I'm fine. We're fine. Jesus, have you never had some… slightly drunk sex before? You're taking this a little seriously."
"Of course I'm taking it seriously, ash! It's—" calum waves his hand forward and back, gesturing between the two of them. "—It's us! And I don't want to mess that up just because we both—"
"Wait." ashton hums, suddenly mulling something over before he looks at calum and gives him a wide grin.
"Okay, wait, I know what to do," ashton says, nodding to himself like he's sure he's solved the world's biggest problem.
"I'm gonna be really pissed if you're just saying that right now to get me in your pants," calum mutters, tripping on his words but looking at ashton with a hint of delirium.
"Just hold on," ashton says roughly. He jumps on the bed, scooting around to the other side to open the fridge. He pulls out two massive bottles of water and slams the mini-fridge door shut.
calum's palming at his dick, still trying to find some relief by pushing against his jeans even though he's the one denying this moment. He laughs as ashton stumbles to get back in front of him with the bottles of water tucked onto one of his arms.
ashton waves both of the bottles at him, arms outstretched. "We're gonna chug these. And then we're gonna be fine. We're gonna remember absolutely every single moment."
calum rolls his eyes, huffing a breath out and putting his hands on his hips. "ashton—"
"No, cal. We're gonna drink these gigantic—" ashton pauses, looking down at one of the water bottles and squinting "— 1.5 liter bottles of water. And then we're going to have amazing, mind-blowing sex."
"Mind-blowing…" calum dazes off, looking ashton up and down.
Fuck. The sight before him is so… obscenely hot. ashton's looking at calum, starved. With hooded eyes and wet lips. He must have licked them because calum can still notice the sheen on them under the low lamplight. His eyes gravitate towards his arms. They're basically bulging against the fabric of his button-up.
And his chest… the dark grey tank top is just… not covering enough. He can see the light splatter of hair dusted across it, the tattoo near his left pec, the. And Jesus… his nipples are basically—
"Fine. Give me a damn bottle, and we'll go on the count of three."
"What?"
"I said fine, ashton."calum swipes his hand over one of the bottles, tugging it out of ashton's grip.
"I just…. I need you. I need you more than I want to."calum whispers, looking at him with the sudden urge to… to bite him.
And he needs to finish chugging this water bottle if he wants to find out where.
"So, count of three," calum says, nodding to himself. ashton's looking at him, mouth slightly parted, in shock at calum's sudden agreement to his honestly terrible idea, but he shakes his head and unscrews the cap to his bottle.
"One. Two… three."
calum starts slow, taking small gulps but speeding up once he gets used to the temperature of the water. ashton seems to be taking it as some sort of challenge, because when he takes his first glance over at ashton, he's almost halfway done with the bottle.
Some of the water spills out from when ashton takes a small huff out as a break, and calum watches from his peripheral as it slides down his jaw and eventually disappears under the collar of his tank top.
The sight in front of him shouldn't be making him as hot and bothered as it is. But all calum can think about is following that trail and—
calum taps out when he has just a third of his bottle left. "Okay, that's enough. I'm done here." He tries to catch his breath, and he moves his fingers to the hem of his white tee. ashton points a finger at him, telling him to wait as he takes the last few gulps.
"Well… this is torture," calum mutters to himself.
ashton finishes, and his mouth comes off the cap with an audible pop sound, and ashton makes an indecent sound to signal his finish.
calum grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it off.
"Hey! I wanted to do th—" calum takes two large strides and kisses ashton, grabs his face, and groans into his mouth when ashton's hands clasp over his waist. They're cold from holding the water bottles, but it still feels so good against his heated skin.
calum's hands slide down to his chest, and he shoves ashton down into the bed.
"You can do it next time, ashton. Just… just take your shirt off."
Ashton nods eagerly, doing exactly what he says. calum watches in fascination as he frees his arms from the sleeves, pushes him back again, and pulls the hem of his tank top free from his jeans. He starts placing hot, breathy kisses on his happy trail. He moves up, placing a quick kiss on his belly button. One of his hands is still fisted into the top, and he pushes it up as he continues his ascent.
calum's other hand reaches for one of ashton's, and he squeezes it tight before moving it up his arm slowly. He squeezes again when he reaches up to his bicep.
ashton reaches for him, putting a hand on the back of his head, fist in his hair, trying to pull calum up. calum makes a noise of disapproval, and he looks up from ashton's sternum, shaking his head in a no.
Ashton gulps, loud, before loosening his grip. It settles on the back of his neck, and then he nods.
calum continues, kissing up and up until the tank top is bunched close to ashton's neck, and calum's knuckles are brushing against ashton's chin. He moves his pointer finger up to his chin, and calum closes his mouth over ashton’s nipple.
He sucks a little harder than he intended to, and when ashton gasps in pleasure, calum stretches his finger over ashton's bottom lip and into his mouth. ashton closes his mouth and sucks on it almost instantly.
His mouth is warm, and his tongue is wet, and calum almost falters when it swipes over his finger, and ashton hollows his mouth.
calum mirrors his actions on ashton's nipple, and ashton moans against his finger.
calum gives him another finger, parting his lips and settling it against his tongue. ashton closes his mouth around it as well, and a shiver runs down calum's spine at how willing ashton is to please him.
How he's just… melting under him.
calum's teeth graze over his nipple before he pulls off completely and starts kissing elsewhere, and ashton must really like the sensation, because his hand closes over calum's right forearm, and he lets out a groan. ashton grips him tight, fingers digging into calum's skin when calum gives his left nipple the same attention.
Once calum's satisfied, ashton's nipples now slightly swollen and rubbed red, he tugs his arm out of ashton's grip softly. He uses his freed arm to undo ashton's belt. ashton pushes his lower half up slightly as calum tugs his pants off, leaving him in his boxers and bunched-up tank top. calum keeps him occupied as he thrusts his fingers in and out of ashton's mouth, the slide becoming easier with his spit.
He shifts down a little, parting ashton's legs and settling in between. It's almost as if ashton senses something, because he looks down to meet calum's eyes. calum keeps his gaze locked, slowly easing his head down before he places his lips around the head of ashton's cock, covered by the fabric of his boxers.
"calum" ashton releases the suction on calum's fingers, gasping against them at the sensation of calum’s tongue swirling around the head of his cock.
The feeling is new to calum, but that doesn't stop him from enjoying it. calum's dick is straining against his own jeans, and he figures he should probably take care of that too, but ashton is writhing beneath him, lost in whatever he's feeling right now.
And calum's doing that. calum's making him feel that way.
He scratches his nails lightly against ashton's lower belly and pulls off of ashton.
"You doing good up there?" calum smirks, ashton makes a sound of agreement and nods immediately, mouth still stuffed with calum's fingers. "Tell me if you want me to stop." calum says and ashton nods again, and calum takes that as the opportunity to hook his fingers into ashton's boxers and pull them off.
ashton's cock is hard and big when it falls against his groin, and calum gulps as a rush of saliva comes forth from his throat. A vein runs on the underside, and calum grips him tentatively, feeling the weight of it under his palm as ashton shudders and puts a hand on the back of his head again.
calum peeks his tongue, licking the vein and tasting sweat. He does it again, longer this time, following the vein up and up until he reaches the slit. He gets a taste of ashton's precome this time, and it's salty and a little bitter, and calum hums.
He goes again, gripping him a bit more firmly and closing his mouth over the head of it.
"Fuck… fuck, cal" ashton comes off of calum's fingers fully this time, pulling his head off the bed and tightening his fist on calum's hair. calum leaves his fingers against ashton's cheek, and continues the journey of his first blowjob by swiping his tongue over the head of ashton's cock again.
First blowjob. He likes that.
He tries to go down a little further, making sure not to use any teeth, and hollows his mouth and swipes at the underside of ashton's cock at the same time.
ashton keens in pleasure, fingers digging into calum's scalp, and calum thinks that he's probably fighting the urge not to push him down even further. calum tries to give him what he wants, though, because he just wants to please ashton.
He just… just wants to make him feel good.
But ashton has other plans, because he pulls calum off carefully. calum's about to ask if he did something wrong, but ashton pulls him up quickly and sits up before closing his lips over calum's. He licks into calum's mouth, greedy and desperate, and calum lets him. Lets him take what he wants.
"That was fucking amazing… where the hell did you learn to do that?" ashton breathes out when they separate. "That was not your first time doing that."
calum laughs and turns around, shifting off of ashton and taking a seat on the space to the right of him.
ashton turns his face, still gobsmacked, and calum huffs, suddenly shy. He places a hand on ashton's cheek, watching as a goofy grin appears.
"Oh, shut up," calum scoffs at him, pushing at his cheek and shoving his head away to break his gaze. "That was my first time doing that."
ashton just turns back to look at him anyway, the grin still on his face. It softens when ashton gets a good look at him, and he grabs his bunched-up tank top and pulls it off, one-handed.
calum follows ashton's hand as it works up calum's leg, his gaze transfixed as ashton gets closer to whisper in his ear. He settles his hand over calum's crotch, and calum inhales sharply at the contact.
"Okay…" ashton's fingers grab the zipper of his jeans, pulling them down carefully. "…well, what else can you do?"
calum's hands grip the mattress tight, head falling and face screwing up in pleasure when ashton snakes his hand under the waistband of his boxers, gripping calum's cock firmly.
"I—" calum breath punches out of his chest when ashton starts stroking him, slow and measured. "—I can… fuck. ash, that feels so good. Keep doing that."
"Mhmm… I will." ashton replies softly, placing a kiss right under his ear. calum's left hand goes up to grab at ashton's shoulder, and he grips tight before moving towards his neck. His eyes are still closed, focusing on the strokes and the little zings of pleasure going up his spine.
"I can— I can fuck you." calum stutters out, opening his eyes finally. He turns his head, nose dragging against ashton's cheek until their lips are a hair away from each other again. "Do you… do you want that?"
"Yes. God, yes. Now, calum. Just—" ashton zones out, letting go of calum and moving his hands to either side of his waist and tugging at his jeans and boxers. "— take these off already."
Calum lifts slightly to help him, and ashton takes them off swiftly before getting off the bed to rummage through his backpack. calum looks at his retreating form in confusion, tilting his head to the side for a second before he returns, throwing a bottle of lube beside them.
Ashton swings over calum's lap, settling down and placing his hands on calum's chest.
calum groans at the skin-on-skin contact, and he roams his hand over ashton's back and shoulders before working his way down to his ass, basically feeling him up, now that he can.
"You just carry lube with you everywhere you go?" calum says with a pursed mouth, eyes narrowing at ashton.
"No, not really," ashton replies, avoiding his eyes. "I don't know… had a hunch about something the last few weeks."
calum shifts his head around until ashton meets his eyes again. "Is that so?" calum whispers, surprise and fondness laced in his tone.
ashton can only shrug, and calum laughs. He starts placing soft kisses across ashton's chest, and he hears ashton fuss with the lube bottle behind his back. ashton's hand snakes in between them and closes over his cock again, this time slick with lube. It's cold to the touch, and calum hisses at the contact, but ashton grips him a little more firmly and starts stroking up and down, the friction easing away and creating a delicious slide that he pushes up into.
calum's mouth parts in an open gasp, and he pushes his forehead into ashton's sternum, moaning his name, and he squeezes ashton's ass, unsure of what to do besides chase the feeling creeping up his spine.
"Feels good, yeah?" ashton mutters against the top of his head.
"Yes… yeah, ash. It feels—" calum reaches behind him, haphazardly, for the bottle of lube before squeezing it on his fingers. "—you have to stop, baby. I won't last that much longer if you keep doing that."
calum thinks ashton listened to him, because his grip loosens, but it's only because he grabs his own cock as well and pushes them together. He spreads the lube around, jerking both of them off, and calum's eyes close again at the new sensation.
He tries to push through anyway after a moment, pushing his thumb around his fingers to warm the lube up. ashton grips them a little tighter at the end of the last thrust, squeezing the heads of both of their cocks, and calum shudders.
"ash—" calum chokes out. He hovers one of his slicked fingers near ashton's ass, and before he thinks too much of it, he starts rubbing it around ashton's rim.
ashton's strokes stop immediately, moaning when calum spreads his fingers out and around his entrance. "Do it, calum. Please." calum takes his pleading and string of curse words that follow, and tentatively pushes his finger in.
It's warm, almost hot, and slightly spongy, and calum watches ashton's face in awe as it lights up, screwing in ecstasy and saying calum’s name like a prayer.
He pushes in further, hoping he can get more reactions out of him, and he does.
He starts pistoning his finger in and out, and when ashton asks for more, he adds another finger. On one thrust, he searches, he searches for that spot that'll light a match in him. He rubs both his fingers along the inside of him and bends the tops along the spot he finds softer than the rest.
"God." ashton moves up slightly in his lap as he curses out. "How did you do that? You weren't supposed to be able to do that."
"Why the hell didn't you pull a condom out of that backpack?"
"Don't need it." ashton screws his face shut when calum does it again. "Haven't had sex in like a year, other than with myself, obviously, and I know you're the same."
"I got tested like a mo—" calum adds a third finger, shutting ashton up, and he nods rapidly, losing patience once he realizes that he agrees with ashton.
"Okay, okay," calum grabs the back of his neck to pull him down for a kiss. It's feverish, desperation in his veins pulsing at the thought of being inside of ashton.
ashton chases his lips in between his repositioning, grabbing calum's right shoulder and gripping his cock with the other.
calum lets him lead with the pace, shifting closer when ashton tugs at his shoulder.
His hands hover around ashton's hips, guiding him. ashton's cock hits the top of calum's stomach, the head dragging along his skin as ashton lowers himself.
It's white-hot at first, the pleasure and the heat as calum inches into him. Ashton parts his mouth in a soundless gasp, gripping calum's shoulders tight as he sinks down. Calum feels his whole body itching under his skin, and his fingers dig into ashton's hips as he just… indulges in him.
Indulges in wanting him and finally, finally having him.
Ashton stops moving when he's all the way down, and calum rubs his hips comfortingly as he watches him gritting his teeth, adjusting to feeling.
"Hey…" calum reaches a hand up to ashton's face, rubbing a thumb over his eyebrow. "You okay?"
"Yeah. Jus' feel really… full." ashton turns his head to place a kiss on calum's palm. "Give me a second."
calum kisses him softly, and after taking another deep breath, ashton shifts on his knees and moves up.
ashton starts them off with a slow rhythm, and calum kisses and licks at ashton's chest as he watches ashton take control.
The pressure that was building in his spine gets only bigger, and his vision gets hazy as it spreads, fire lighting his veins again. He's suddenly aware of the sheen of sweat on his skin and how it feels against the cool air of the room.
The room smells of sex, sweat, and both of their colognes, and he takes a deep breath against ashton's stomach.
ashton moans calum's name as he picks up the pace, riding calum and clutching at his shoulders for support. The hotel room fills with the squelching sounds in between them, and ashton just keeps going, coming almost all the way up off of calum's cock, and then slamming back down.
"Fuck, cal. You're so… you're so… you just fit. You fit perfectly." ashton leans down again to kiss him, and it's a mess. Sweat, spit, and tongues dancing.
"Of course it's perfect. We're perfect." calum says as he pushes ashton down on a particular thrust with the grip on both of his hips.
ashton is lost in the rhythm, eyes rolling in the back of his head as he mindlessly chases the high, and calum starts guiding him down on every thrust.
"This is it, right?" calum whispers, and ashton furrows his eyebrows, not looking back at him and only continuing his movements.
calum grabs a pillow from his right side, settling it behind him. He drags his feet up towards him slowly, his knees bending up. He taps one of ashton's feet before pushing them toward him, trying to put ashton up on his haunches.
ashton's movements slow down as he does what calum tells him to wordlessly, and calum leans back against the pillow to appreciate the new position before he thrusts up, hard.
The new angle works wonders, and calum's sure ashton sees stars behind his eyelids because they screw shut as he moans calum's name out loud.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, right there, cal. Please."
calum sets a grueling pace, pistoning in and out of ashton now that ashton's had time to adjust.
"No one else?"
"calum"
calum moves one of his hands to ashton's stomach, the other still gripping the sheets to the mattress to keep the right angle, going up and up until he reaches ashton's pec.
He squeezes hard once, scratching a finger across a nipple.
"You're mine? For good?"
ashton nods emphatically, letting out a string of curses with it. "Fuck, I'm close." ashtom removes one of his hands from the mattress, and he sinks a little, only one hand keeping him up now. He tries to place it on his cock, but calum smacks it away, and he protests with a whine.
"ash. Say it."
"I— I'm yours. cal, I'm yours. I always have been. Please, I'm so close."
calum hums in satisfaction, thrusting into him faster as the string of words sends him closer and closer to the edge. He wraps a hand on ashton's cock, trying to time the strokes of his hand with his thrusts.
He twists his hand on the last one, and then ashton groans as his release coats calum's fingers, the slit spurting his release all over calum's hand, his stomach.
calum's back comes off the pillow, and he leans up, gripping both of ashton's hips again, thrusting in and out, once, and then twice, when he comes undone. He stills, gritting his teeth and groaning ashton's name back as calum's release spills inside of him. He comes in thick, ropey spurts, and it creates a delicious slide inside ashton. calum thrusts shallowly, chasing the aftershocks of his orgasm.
When his legs give out, he wraps an arm around ashton's shoulders, pulling him close, before he leans back, calum's back hitting the mattress again.
calum's pretty sure he blacked out for a moment, but he comes back when ashton reaches up from against his chest to run a hand through his hair.
"Yeah… you're totally not straight."
calum barks out a laugh, deep-chested and stealing the breath from his lungs, and he shoves at ashton's shoulder.
"Dude. Fuck you."
"You did, smartass."
"You're being the smartass!"
ashton gives him half a chuckle back, hissing at the sensitivity of calum still inside him. He shifts up a little, hovering over calum and reaching his hand back to pull off of calum's cock, and they both groan simultaneously at the loss of warmth.
He falls back onto calum and starts licking at his chest, tongue swiping off the remnants of cum and sweat. calum fists a hand in his hair to pull him up, kissing him, swiping into his mouth and tasting the salt and headiness. ashton hums softly against his mouth, and they pull away, and calum gives him another quick kiss for good measure before ashton rests his head on calum's chest again.