crash the gates { cashton }
Calum had a smile spread across his lips, shaking his head at Ashton calling him naughty. “Really? Interesting. I seem like the fifty shades of crazy kinda guy?” he laughed yet again, finding the whole thing amusing by that point. It was interesting that the mood could shift so easily, even though moments ago he’d been untying the other boy from a chair after giving him an ultimatum that had him choosing between life and death. That moment was shattered, however, when he caught movement in the corner of his eye and caught Ashton’s wrist in the air before he could hit him. His eyebrows shot up and he waited to speak until a moment of silence had passed, his tone full of sarcasm and disbelief. “Really? Ashton. You thought you could knock out an assassin. Really?”
Ashton had been planning on telling him ‘more like fifty shades of sexy’, but that was sort of out of the picture after his feeble attempt to sock him. He heaved a defeated sigh and pouted, his gaze saddening upon lowering to Calum’s grip on his wrist. In response to his words, he grunted agitatedly and snatched his wrist out of that grasp, defensively exclaiming, “Well, what the fuck else was I supposed to do?! I can’t just go on like normal after this!” Taking a couple of steps backward (those just so happening to be in the direction of the door), he also cleared his throat. “I need fresh air. And space. To think about whatever the hell I’ve just gotten myself into. And you said you aren’t letting me go, so did I really have a choice? Tell me.”











