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The hotel room door barely clicks shut before Luke groans dramatically.
“You’re a dick Cal.”
Calum looks up from where he's kicking off his boots. “What?”
“You know exactly what.”
Calum looks all too smug, “I genuinely don't.”
Luke throws a pillow at him.
Calum catches it against his chest with a grin.
The grin is the problem. It's the same grin he'd been wearing for most of the show.
The one that had started when he'd appeared on stage in that stupid black skirt and tank top and apparently decided his sole purpose for the evening was to make Luke and Ashton suffer.
“Getting on your knees was unnecessary,” Luke informs him.
Calum smirked, “You loved it Luke.”
Luke glares.
Calum only grins wider.
The room is still buzzing with post-show energy. The distant thump of music from another floor. The ringing in their ears after two hours under stage lights. Adrenaline is still sitting beneath their skin.
Calum flops backwards onto his bed.
The skirt rides up slightly. Showing off his big tan thighs.
Luke immediately looks away.
Which only makes Calum smirk harder.
A knock sounds against the adjoining door connecting their room to Ashton’s.
Before Luke can stop him, Calum hops up and yanks it open.
Ashton is standing there. The second he sees Calum he's already rolling his eyes and glaring, “You’re such a fucking brat Cal.”
Calum just shrugs with a grin and sits back on the bed. He knows what he did and he’s happy with himself.
Looking at Luke across from him, Calum started realizing that he was a passive piece in the bigger picture too. Luke teases Ashton as well. All the time. Realizing this made it easy to imagine Luke begging to be passed around too like him.
Stretching his fingers out again to test the waters, Calum carefully placed his hand on Luke’s strong thigh. He felt the blonde flex his quads as he slid his hand higher. Luke's arm lay casually draped over the cushion next to him, his hand curling a little as his body reacted to the touch. His blue eyes watched as Calum started moving towards his crotch. All Calum wanted to do was touch. He stopped when he reached the button of Luke’s pants and let the moment sit.
A grin was starting to grow on the Luke’s lips, answering Calum’s question before his mouth could. He was waiting for this too.
Calum held his gaze as he popped the button. Luke's reaction was so immediate that Calum only had about two or three seconds to feel pleased. Luke pushed him down on the bed, crawling between his legs.
Calum couldn’t do anything else but to mirror the ferocity of Luke’s eagerness to get him undressed. The logistics of two people simultaneously trying to tear each other's clothes off quickly turned them into a graceless mess.
To uncomplicate the situation a little, Calum opted to pull his own skirt down, kicking it off and onto the floor. He helped Luke out of his shirt, letting his hand trail down his strong chest. He felt his muscles shift beneath his fingers, tracing the line of his happy trail toward the waistband of his jeans.
Luke's stomach contracted beneath his hands, his chest making a low sound as he leaned in to kiss him. Calum kissed him back with everything he had.
Ashton had chosen the armchair opposite the bed. He sat there watching them, massaging his right knee with a smile on his lips. He loved watching two pretty boys make out. He knew exactly where the night was headed as soon as he walked into the room.
Luke broke the kiss just long enough to reach down and deal with himself, shoving his pants down enough to reveal the tent he was pitching. Pre-cum was already staining the front of his boxers. Calum moved his hand down to feel him, curling his fingers around him through the fabric. Luke moaned, leaning his erection into his hand. He pushed Calum down into the cushions as he rutted against it, desperate for more. Calum tightened his grip as Luke moved his lips down to his neck, and then his collarbone.
“Please…” he whispered into Calum's skin.
Calum released his grip just long enough to pull the waistband of Luke's boxers down before wrapping his hand back around him properly. Firm heat and the slick at the tip spread under his thumb as he closed his fingers.
Calum couldn’t do anything but to sigh as Luke pressed his mouth against his collarbone while jerking himself off with Calum’s hand. When Calum finally managed to tear himself out of the pleasure and open his eyes again,
Ashton watched intensely and saw that Calum heaved for breath as Luke’s hands moved downward, slipping past the waistband and into his boxers. Ashton leaned forward slightly as Luke’s fingers teased Calum’s taint with two fingers before moving them towards his entrance. Calum's hips shifted, his body making its need known before he could stop himself. Luke teased a devastatingly slow circle as Calum tightened his grip on his cock.
Ashton’s knee popped audibly as he got out of the chair, walking slowly towards them. He disappeared out of view behind Luke for a moment, picking something up from a suitcase beside the bed.
“Up,” Ashton instructed.
Luke reacted immediately, getting back up on his knees. His cock slipped from Calum’s hand, his eyes came up to find Ashton looming over them.
Ashton spoke with authority to the blonde, “Be a good boy and give me your hands.”
Calum watched from below as Luke blushed and cupped his hands, letting Ashton dispense the lube across his fingers. Ashton capped the bottle, looking down at Calum with a mischievous smile. “Go on,” he said as he returned to his chair.
Luke pulled Calum’s underwear down before his slicked fingers found him again. His fingers slipped so easily past the rim as he came down to kiss him. His tongue entered his mouth at the same time as he made room for a second finger.
Calum made a sound that Luke swallowed before it could escape. His hips rolled upwards as he desperately tried to fuck himself on Luke’s fingers. The stretch of a third finger burned beautifully through his body.
“Turn him around for me,” Ashton instructed from what felt like far away.
Calum felt Luke’s hands start to guide him. He went willingly, his body yielding to be arranged however Ashton wanted it. He turned over until he was on his hands and knees with his palms pressed flat against the bed.
Another moan he couldn’t suppress slipped out of him as Luke leaned in, pressing his warm tongue against his hole. He had never been eaten out from the back before. His hands nearly slipped from the new sensation. His head dropped between his shoulders as Luke's hands gripped his hips from behind, pulling him back against his mouth.
This time, he didn’t notice Ashton before he was standing directly beside him. His hand found Calum's jaw, his thumb tracing the line of his jaw before tilting his head up. “You’re making quite a show, this what you wanted huh? To be used?” he said.
Luke chose that precise moment when Calum tried to speak to do something with his tongue that made his entire body squirm, leaving Calum to answer with a helpless sound.
Ashton grinned. “I know.”
Behind him, Calum felt the loss of Luke’s trained tongue. He shuddered as he felt himself get lubed up again. He braced himself as Luke repositioned himself, feeling his cockhead against his rim.
Ashton kept his hand on Calum's chin, tilting it up a fraction further to make sure he was watching him. Satisfied, Ashton looked away for a split second to give Luke a small nod. Burning glory seared through Calum’s body as it stretched to accommodate Luke.
He readjusted his grip on the sheets, afraid that he would fall forward if he didn’t. Ashton's hand tightened around his chin and held him up, keeping him exactly where he wanted him. He leaned in close again, bringing his mouth down to his ear.
“You’re such a slut huh? Wanting to be passed around like a blunt.” Ashton murmured.
Calum had to fight his eyes not to roll back in his head as Luke thrusted into him. Ashton stayed close, kneeling down on the bed beside him to watch him get fucked. His hand reached up and pushed a curl of damp hair away from Calum's forehead.
“There you are,” Ashton said softly, his hazel eyes moving over Calum's face. His thumb traced his cheekbone. “Stay with me.”
Calum’s arms buckled and caught, his hips pressing back instinctively to meet the next thrust. Ashton watched all of it happen from six inches away. It would’ve been so easy to lean forward and kiss him hadn’t it been for Luke’s strong hands holding him in place. Calum tried to crane his neck out to close the distance, but Ashton did nothing to help.
He stayed exactly where he was, smirking, looking at him like he wanted Calum to strain to get to him. The force of Luke’s cock brought Calum's body half an inch closer to Ashton's mouth before Luke's hands pulled him firmly back again. Calum heard the plea come through in the whimper releasing from his throat.
Ashton chuckled, shaking his head a little. He was doing this on purpose.
“Please…” The word came out broken. Calum craned his neck forward again, his arms shaking with the effort of staying upright while Luke drove into him.
“Please what?” Ashton teased.
Luke thrust harder, bottoming out.
“Kiss me,” Calum gasped, the words falling out of him. “Please… Ashton—”
Ashton’s dark eyes sparkled a little as they moved away from Calum and up to Luke. “What do you think?” he asked.
“I don't know,” Luke cooed from behind him. “Has he been good?”
The fact that they were talking about him over and around him like he wasn’t anything more than their plaything did something for him. Calum’s dick throbbed with the knowledge that they knew exactly what they were doing while he knelt between them, caught at their mercy. He heard himself sounding thoroughly and completely undignified but he couldn’t help it. Luke’s cock felt too good.
Ashton's eyes dropped back to his face, taking in his desperate eyes and the mouth begging for him to close the distance. He tilted his head slightly, as though conducting a thorough medical evaluation.
“Mm,” he said with a little shrug. “Mostly but he was bad on stage tonight.”
“Please,” Calum whimpered and begged. “Please I’m so-sorry, I'll be good, just—”
The familiar scrape of Ashton’s stubble against his upper lip felt like breathing after being stuck under water. Calum pulled away from Luke's grip with everything he had, fighting to kiss him as hard as possible.
Ashton broke away just far enough to catch his breath, his forehead dropping to Calum's. He chuckled as he shook his head. His darkened eyes lifted from Calum's face, finding Luke's over his shoulder.
“I think he can handle some more Luke,” he said, the tone of his voice conversational as he used the bed for leverage to get up to his feet.
Calum was going to beg, but Luke thrust forward so deep that it drove the rest of the sentence out of him, replacing it with a sound that had no words in it at all. Ashton looked down at him with a satisfied smile, using his calloused hand to ruffle Calum’s blonde hair.
Calum craved the touch as Ashton moved it to his belt buckle. Ashton allowed him to watch and groan as he slowly undid his pants. He took his sweet time before pulling them down enough to free himself. Calum opened his mouth instinctively, not breaking eye contact as he waited. Ashton’s hand found the side of Calum's face again and traced his trembling jaw.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, waiting patiently as he wrapped his free hand around his cock to show it to him.
“Please,” Calum said. His honest eyes stayed on Ashton's, hoping that he had been good enough to get what he wanted.
Ashton hummed a little under his breath as he looked up at Luke again. “Hold his hair,” he instructed.
Calum felt one of Luke’s warm hands leave his hip, the new angle allowing his cock to hit the perfect spot inside of him. His strong grip tilted Calum’s head back, holding his head steady as Ashton teased his cock into his mouth. Calum had never felt more grateful to taste salty skin as when he trailed the underside of Ashton’s cock with his tongue.
He closed his lips around him, wanting nothing more than to do a good job. Behind him Luke hit that same devastating spot again. Calum knew that sound he made vibrated directly against Ashton's cock. Above him, Ashton made a sound that told him he was right.
“Luke,” Ashton murmured.
Luke panted, “Mm?”
“Again,” Ashton commanded.
Luke thrust forward again with enough force to let Ashton slide deeper into Calum’s throat. He gagged a little as Ashton’s hand moved to join Luke's grip, both of them holding him by the hair as his hips began to match Luke's rhythm.
Calum felt himself getting lost in it. Everything fell away as pure pleasure surrounded him, deafening all senses except the instinct to serve. He sucked Ashton’s dick like his life depended on it, like it was everything he had been placed on this earth to do. Behind him Luke made an honest sound as he bottomed out again, his rhythm starting to dissolve into something more urgent and unmanaged.
“Luke…” Ashton cooed above him.
Luke wasn’t at any place where he was able to answer to his name.
“Luke?” Ashton repeated.
Calum could feel that Luke was trying to stop himself, but that his body was fighting against him. Luke’s nails were digging themselves into the skin on Calum’s waist as he tried desperately to listen to Ashton.
“Please—” he begged in the same way Calum had only moments earlier.
“Please what?” Ashton asked.
The sounds above him was doing it for Calum. He was going to come. He was going to come from the sounds of Luke begging to be allowed. He didn’t have time to feel embarrassed. The orgasm was building too quickly to be controlled. Every muscle in his body locked simultaneously as the pleasure compressed itself into a single dense point.
“Can I—” Luke's voice came from behind him. “Please… can I—”
The orgasm broke before Calum could do anything about it. It arrived all at once, and he had no choice but to let it run its course. Calum’s arms gave out entirely as a muffled helpless sound left him around Ashton’s cock. His thighs shook as he pressed his ass against Luke. Strings of cum fell on the bed sheets. The only thing that stopped him from face-planting into the armrest was Ashton and Luke’s hands keeping him up by the hair.
With Ashton’s cock still in his mouth, he forced himself to look up at him. Ashton was laughing, his eyes traveling back to Luke who was still shaking behind him.
“Go on Luke,” he said.
Luke's composure collapsed on command. A raw sound tore out of him as he buried himself completely in Calum’s ass. His forehead dropped to Calum's back as he rode the pleasure out inside of him. His fingers loosened in Calum's hair as he released a long and shaking exhale. The hotel room held very still around all three of them.
Ashton watched the mess in front of him before he took a step back, his cock slipping out of Calum’s mouth with a wet pop. He released the hold of his hair, sending Calum plummeting to the bed with Luke’s weight on top of him.
“Good boy,” he said to Luke. His eyes moved up to Calum. “Both of you.”
It should have ended with the first orgasm. It should have. But Ashton told the boys to move and now Calum’s flushed sitting in Luke’s lap with both of them slick and sticky, breath mingling, skin hot after another orgasm each.
Luke's eyes roam over Calum’s chest, his parted lips, the light sheen of sweat between his collarbones. “Why do you look even hotter now that you’re thoroughly fucked?”
Calum smirks, brushing sweaty bangs back. “Why are you still hard inside me?”
Luke doesn’t answer—just grabs his hips again and rolls them down against him, cock twitching back to life.
Calum moans, head falling forward onto Luke’s shoulder. “F-fuck”
“You started it,” Luke mutters, but his fingers are already moving—teasing up Calum’s thighs, parting his cheeks, thumbing over where they’re still connected. “You gonna ride me again? Like Ashton said”
Calum hums. “Wanna see you squirm this time.”
He leans forward and kisses Luke hard—filthy, deep, slow—as he starts to move his hips again, deliberately grinding down with that bratty control that makes anyone lose their mind. Luke's fingers dig in hard enough to bruise.
Calum pulls back with a smug smile.
Luke scoffs, but then Calum clenches just right, and Luke chokes on a moan.
They’re fucking again, for the third time, messier this time—no rhythm, just need. Calum is whining, gasping, whispering Luke’s name in a way that he knows he’ll think about for days.
Ashton watches with rapt attention, eyes following the way Calum’s body moves, the way Luke’s hands roam him like he’s trying to memorize everything before Ashton reclaims him.
Calum leans back against Luke, fucking himself down faster now. “Fuck—”
Ashton smirks. “God this is just live-action porn I didn’t have to pay for isn't it?.”
“Jesus Christ,” Luke mutters, but his hips are slamming up harder now, chasing his own release.
“Touch yourself for me,” Ashton says lazily, eyes locked on Calum. “I want to see you come again.”
Calum’s hand snakes down between them, circling his cock as he rides Luke faster, lost in the mix of pleasure and humiliation and the thrill of being watched.
Calum moans, “I’m—fuck ash—I’m gonna—”
“Good,” Ashton says smugly, eyes hooded. “Come on his cock, baby. Then I’ll kiss you after.”
That’s all it takes.
Calum shatters, crying out Ashton’s name as he comes all over his stomach and Luke’s chest. The squeeze of his body drags Luke over the edge too, hips stuttering, teeth gritted as he comes deep inside Calum a second time.
When the aftershocks pass, Calum collapses against Luke’s chest, panting, trembling.
Ashton walks over to Calum, “Well,” he says cockily, standing over them, “that was hot as fuck.”
He leans over and kisses Calum, slow and deep, tongue tangling with his until Calum melts again.
Then he kisses Luke too—just a press of lips, slow and loaded. “Thanks for taking care of him and being good Luke”
Luke blinks and blushes. “Y-yeah.”
Ashton just smirks. “Now it’s my turn.”
Calum shivers. “You mean—?”
“Oh yeah.” Ashton’s voice drops. “You think I’m letting you be a brat and not doing something to you myself properly? Don’t worry, Luke. You’re staying here too.”
Luke’s brain short-circuits.
Calum just smiles because this is just everything he wanted.
The air shifts the second Ashton speaks. “Be good, both of you.”
Calum jolts like his body remembers what that voice means. He moves without thinking—wriggling off Luke’s lap, legs shaky, face flushed from afterglow but eyes already lighting up with anticipation.
Luke… hesitates but follows.
Ashton steps closer, tilting Luke’s chin up. “You just fucked Calum twice whilst i watched and came inside him.” His voice is calm. Dangerous. “Don’t act shy now.”
Luke’s eyes go wide. But he doesn’t protest again.
Ashton turns to Calum next. “You’re such a greedy brat, you know that?”
He walks to the edge of the bed and sits, legs spread. “Come here.”
Calum crawls forward, still naked, still flushed, and settles on his knees between Ashton’s legs.
“Open your mouth.”
Calum obeys without hesitation.
Ashton unzips his jeans slowly, pulling out his already half-hard cock, and slides it between Calum’s lips with a low groan. “God, you’re perfect.”
Luke watches. Watching Calum’s mouth wrap around Ashton, watching him moan softly as he sucks him like he’s starved, worshipping Ashton’s cock after letting someone else use him first.
Ashton’s fists Calum’s hair, guiding his rhythm, slow and deep. “You like how I taste, baby? Or are you still full of Luke’s cum?”
Calum whimpers around him, sucking harder.
Ashton looks up at Luke. “Still sitting there like a good little voyeur, Luke?”
Luke flushes. “I—uh—”
Ashton commands, “Touch yourself.”
Luke obeys before he can think twice. Hand sliding down to his cock and stroking gently.
Ashton pulls Calum off with a pop and kisses him—deep, filthy, tongue sweeping through his mouth like he’s claiming everything back. Calum sighs into it, pliant, desperate.
Then Ashton shifts, pushing Calum to the bed.
“On your back. Legs up.”
Calum scrambles into position, watching Ashton kneel between his thighs. Ashton doesn’t prep him—he knows Calum is still slick, stretched, full from earlier.
He lines up and pushes in slowly, growling under his breath, “Still so tight after getting fucked twice. You’re ridiculous.”
Calum moans, head tipping back. “Fuck—Ashton—”
“You gonna come again for me?”
“Yes—yes—please—”
Ashton starts thrusting, deep and steady, making Calum take it. His pace is merciless, dragging every sound out of Calum's throat, fucking him open in a way that leaves no doubt who he belongs to.
Then Ashton looks up at Luke again.
“Keep touching yourself. You’re not just watching.”
Luke doesn’t even try to resist. His hand wrapped around his cock strokes faster, eyes wide as he watches Ashton pound into Calum with raw, possessive force.
Ashton grabs Calum’s thighs, pushing them up higher. “You’re gonna let me fill you up next, baby. Let my cum drown out his.”
Calum’s entire body arches. “Yes—yes—do it—mark me—”
Ashton fucks him harder, sweat dripping down his chest, muscles flexing with every snap of his hips. He reaches down and grabs Calum’s cock, jerking him fast and rough.
“You look so fucking good like this,” he pants. “Taking me so well. Just like always.”
Calum breaks with a cry, coming again all over his stomach and Ashton’s hand, his body shuddering. The way he clenches around Ashton sends him spiraling.
Ashton pants, “F-fuck—Calum—!”
Ashton buries himself deep and groans as he comes inside him, cock twitching as he fills Calum to the brim.
Silence.
Just panting. Trembling limbs. Sticky heat.
And then—“…Holy shit,” Luke whispers, still pumping himself, stunned.
Ashton lifts his head, eyes dark. “You want to come again too, Lukey?”
Luke’s hand freezes.
Ashton smirks. “Come here.”
Luke crawls closer, heart hammering.
Ashton reaches out and grabs his cock, sticky with pre-come, and strokes it slowly.
“You get to finish,” he murmurs, eyes flicking to Calum’s blissed-out face, “but only if you come on us.”
Luke chokes out a groan as Ashton jerks him with practiced ease.
“Go ahead. Mark us, too.”
That’s all it takes.
Luke spills all over Calum’s chest and stomach, hot and messy, groaning through his teeth as Ashton keeps stroking him through it. Calum giggles breathlessly, blinking up at them like he’s in heaven.
When it’s over, they collapse together, a sticky pile of limbs and flushed skin.
Ashton kisses Calum’s temple. “You’re ridiculous.”
Calum hums. “You love me.”
Ashton kisses him again. “Yeah. I do.”
Then he turns to Luke.
“You too, Luke.”
Luke blinks. “Wha—”
Ashton kisses his cheek, soft and smug. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone how desperate you looked.”
“Ashton—!”
Calum just laughs and curls into his chest.
And in that small, sticky, sex-wrecked room, nothing has ever felt more right.