paint me as the villain

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crash the gates { cashton }

[ashtonobviously-blog]

“Yeah, guess you’re right. What a relief,” Ashton laughed, glancing down at Calum’s hand on him as if he was unsure whether he was comfortable with the touch or not (probably because he was). The laugh might not have been entirely genuine, either. He glanced over at the door in the room, but only for the smallest fraction of a second. “Right, I bet. I always got that vibe from you. Naughty, naughty,” he played along, giving another laugh toward the other boy’s words. His mind was actually about as far away from their conversation as it could get. All he could do was hope that he was doing a good job at making it appear otherwise. God, he adored Calum, but he wasn’t sure that he could process all of the information he was just given and be in the same room with him all at once. Ashton needed to find a way out of that room, just for the sake of his sanity. “Anything? Uh… How about…” He gave the impression that he was searching his mind for a question for a few moments, and then, before he could stop himself, he was trying his luck at swinging at Calum.

[calumasap]

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?"

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crash the gates { cashton }

[ashtonobviously-blog]

Ashton could easily tell that he was being cautious and careful (and he had a right, if he himself was sitting there thinking about how things would turn out if he tried to run away), the way his eyes lingered upon his now free limbs kind of gave it away perfectly. It didn’t stop him from thinking about what he was, though, and how he might’ve looked stronger than Calum, with his biceps and all, but that hardly meant anything. Also, apparently he had a knife in his pocket, which, okay. What if he decided to try and it shattered all of Calum’s trust for him, and he ended up killing him without giving him that second choice? How was he supposed to hide from him if he did run away? This boy knew his number, where he lived… shit. “No, we can stay here, it’s fine. I didn’t know this room existed in your house? You should let me know about all of your secret interrogation-looking-like rooms when I first walk in, y’know. It’s proper etiquette.”

[calumasap]

A laugh left him, almost in surprise, at what he heard coming from Ashton not even moments after he untied him from the chair. He just wasn't expecting him to seem like he was... back to normal, if normal was even a thing for them anymore, so soon. "It's not like I was gonna be like 'hey, sorry, but I have secret rooms to interrogate and, or, torture people in, just so you know'. Which, I haven't tortured anyone in here, don't worry," he assured him as he hesitantly placed his hand on Ashton's shoulder, since he wasn't exactly sure if he would be interested in any of the closeness that they'd had before. "The only other secret room I have is a crazy sex chamber," he stated quite seriously, enough though it was obvious that he was kidding by the chuckle Calum couldn't hold in moments later. "No, but really... you can ask me anything, now, really. I'm not hiding anything anymore."

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crash the gates { cashton }

[ashtonobviously-blog]

Ashton wondered how long he would last pretending that it wasn’t real, or that it wasn’t a big deal; that everyone had experiences with assassin boyfriends at least once in their lifetimes. He wondered if it would slowly start to eat at him and break him down, or if it would make things easier indefinitely. All of his life he’d been much more of a realist than an idealist, and he wasn’t all too thrilled about that quality within himself right then. Idealism, prepare yourself for your newest member. The question he was asked had him thinking for a bit (he actually wasn’t sure if he would run away or not himself), his gaze flickering from Calum’s hands up to his face. “No, I won’t,” Ashton eventually replied, biting down onto the inside of his cheek. Things probably wouldn’t turn out too well if he actually did try to run away. He couldn’t imagine all of the skill that Calum had when it came to fighting or anything else related to it, while he’d never even punched someone before.

[calumasap]

Despite the answer that he got in response to his question, Calum moved slowly and deliberately, almost holding his hand down against the chair as he cut the ties at his wrist with a knife he pulled out from his back pocket just to be sure. He could read people pretty well, usually, but he'd never been in this kind of situation before. It had him feeling off, focusing more on his own thoughts of Ashton and everything that had happened since he left the room back at the other boy's house. He wasn't sure what to expect, his eyes trained on the hand he'd freed as he cut the other tie just in case he tried something. Even when he went lower to cut the ones keeping his ankles to the legs of the chair, he kept his gaze up at Ashton, keeping eye contact as he released him. "D'you want us to go back to your house now? Or... we could just stay at mine," he suggested once he pulled back and slid the knife back into his pocket, still watching him closely.

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crash the gates { cashton }

[ashtonobviously-blog]

Ashton sort of wished that he wasn’t in this particular situation so that he could properly enjoy Calum admitting that he loved him, but, instead, he was considering dropping all of his current life choices so that he could be apart of a life of crime. Even if he didn’t kill anyone and joined the other boy, at the very least he would be charged as an accessory and most likely given a life sentence, so what was the point in pretending he could still be normal? There wasn’t one. “This is just— this is so fucking ridiculous,” he laughed, shaking his head and inwardly telling himself he’d like to wake up right about now. It wasn’t happening, though, he guessed. Ashton was finding it extremely hard to accept the reality of the moment, but could he be blamed? “This doesn’t just happen to people. You don’t just fall in love with fucking assassins, what the fuck? It just. This doesn’t happen to people. It doesn’t,” he rambled, taking a moment of silence afterward. “I… I guess— I guess I’ll help you.”

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Calum honestly had no idea how to respond to any of Ashton's ramblings, so he stayed silent, alternating between biting at his lip and running his hands through his hair in the nervousness that he wouldn't admit at having to wait for his answer. By that time, he was positive that he wouldn't be able to go through with killing him if he decided against helping him, so he was just hoping and praying to Gods he didn't even believe in that he would choose to go with him. It seemed to have paid off, and he didn't bother to hold back the relieved sigh at his words. "So if I take these off," he motioned to the ties keeping him to the chair, his fingers going to stroke the skin of his wrist just above one of the restraints, "you won't run away or anything? I was kind of counting on talking with you about things without you tied to a chair, if that's alright." Calum wasn't exactly sure how to ask how to get him to cuddle with him while they talked about him being an assassin and their love confessions, so he didn't.

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crash the gates { cashton }

[ashtonobviously-blog]

"You murder people, you’re a murderer. I don’t know how long you’ve been doing… it, but if it’s been awhile I think it’d be wise to get over the denial soon," Ashton interrupted, not bothering with being hesitant to speak his mind because he could be minutes away from death, and if that was the case, why not? "What’s the difference between letting me go about my life how it was before and letting me go with you, if you’re giving me so much freedom? I don’t understand," he thought aloud, his features displaying his confusion very clearly. "Is it because you love me, too? Or is it just so you can keep an eye on me? You know what— whatever, I guess… I-I don’t… I’m not gonna just— just choose to die. That’s… not who I am.”

[calumasap]

Calum purposefully ignored what he'd said about him needing to accept the fact that he was a murderer, because he knew that he wasn't, and it didn't matter whether or not Ashton believe him on that or not. "Both," he admitted with a nod, knowing that there was no use in denying anything at that point. "No one can know about my lifestyle except for the people that I work for. Somehow, some way, they'd find out that you know and unless you're with me, unless you become one of us, they'd kill you to keep it all under wraps. I just.. can't let that happen, I can't lose you." It would be horrible, as well as painful in a way that he'd never experienced and hadn't expected, to have to kill him, and that wasn't the only reason he wanted Ashton to choose to be with him. If the other reason was because he was curious what he would look like with a gun in his hands, well, he was an assassin, what else could really be expected? "What does that mean? That's not exactly an answer. You've gotta help me out here, Ash."

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crash the gates { cashton }

[ashtonobviously-blog]

"Yeah. I figured you were too cute to be a murderer and look where that got me," Ashton muttered humorlessly, allowing himself to silently enjoy that one little touch to his face. It was harmless, wasn’t it? Just because Calum wasn’t exactly normal— it didn’t change the fact that there was chemistry between them, and that he loved him. He’d never been able to say it out loud, but he knew he loved Calum. Hearing him say that his only other option was to help him actually startled Ashton, his eyebrows shooting up with the surprise he felt. "You want me to help you? Help you. As in, help you kill people. As in, help you kill my stepdad,” he repeated, attempting to sound casual. “If I don’t have to kill anyone, what will I be doing? Sitting around being your hostage for forever so that there’s no risk I’ll ever tell? What kind of person do you think I am, Calum? Please, let me know.”

[calumasap]

"Jesus, I'm not a murderer. I'm an assassin, they're two different things," Calum explained with a huff, because he really wasn't a murderer, honestly. He killed people, that much was true, but they were always people who had done terrible things; maybe they didn't necessarily deserve to die, they should rot in prison instead, but he got the job done well enough. He had to roll his eyes once more at Ashton's words, supposing that he didn't exactly explain the offer well enough. "Well... yeah. You wouldn't just sit around being my hostage, I just meant that you wouldn't have to kill anyone. You'd come with me, you'd have a gun for your own protection, and we'd be.. working together. We would be partners, in a way. Whatever. Just. You could go out sight seeing while I got on with what needed to be done, it doesn't matter. It would be up to you. But those are your only two options, okay? I can either kill you or recruit you, that's it. If you want time to think, just tell me and I'll leave you alone."

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crash the gates { cashton }

[ashtonobviously-blog]

"I want to know why, though. Why didn’t you lie? I could’ve been a spy or something,” he asked again, his tone serious and his eyes slightly narrowed. Ashton didn’t have much of a reaction (if he had one at all) to the sound of Calum’s laughing, shaking his head and looking the other way. Sure, there were a million other questions he wanted to ask, but he didn’t know how to ask them and he wasn’t sure if he could. What he was told was just a little bit too much to swallow all at once, the fact that his stepfather would be dead and he would know about it. He would have the opportunity to stop it, or to at least try— either that or he’d have to just keep quiet. One would end in him killed by the person he loved and one would end in him guilt-ridden for life. How could he respond to that? He could feel his eyes watering and he looked down in hopes that Calum wouldn’t see. “So, are you gonna kill me now, then?”

[calumasap]

"Have you seen yourself? You're not spy material. Too cute to be a spy," Calum chuckled, bringing his fingers up to brush across his cheek when he turned his head away. If he could, he would go back in time to when they were lying in bed and never get up, would've just held him close and cherished that things weren't as complicated as they were now. Ashton's question had him sighing, dragging a hand down his face in frustration as he took a few steps away from him to think. There were only a few moments of silence between then and when he turned back to speak, and for once, he had no idea what to expect. "Killing you is one of options, yeah, but hopefully I don't have to do that. I don't want to kill you, Ashton. But it's either that, or you help me. You don't have to kill anyone if you don't want to, but I'll have to teach you what I know and we'll have to leave here within the few months after... after he's dead. You'd only be able to come back here a couple of times a year to keep up appearances with your family, but other than that, we'll have to travel all around the world."

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crash the gates { cashton }

[ashtonobviously-blog]

"Are you rolling your eyes? What the hell is wrong with you?" Ashton asked in disbelief, and there was nothing that he’d ever wanted more than to be somewhere else at that moment. All throughout his explanation, he still couldn’t stop wondering why he’d told him his real name. If that was his job, a criminal, then shouldn’t he be living under a fake name of some sort to avoid being caught? Ashton briefly wondered if he was fucked up for that being his first and most important thought. Yes, it was relieving to hear that he wasn’t the one who was supposed to be hurt, and he hated his stepdad, but he would never wish death upon him. He wouldn’t wish death upon anyone, and Calum was probably a really great liar, anyway, so there was no way he could know for sure that he was being truthful. After some moments of silence, trying to process everything he was told, he spoke up. ”Why did you tell me your real name?”

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"That's really the first thing you wanna ask me?" Calum couldn't help but laugh, because that question sort of surprised him. Really, he thought that he would have asked something about his step father or anything like that, but all he asked about was his reasonings behind telling him his real name. "I've never lied to you, Ashton. Not about my name, age, or anything. Sure, I didn't exactly tell you that I'm an assassin, but... that's not exactly something you tell people," he told him with a little smile, amused at his own words, although he figured not everyone would find it as funny as he did. It was understandable that he wanted to know things, ask questions, and he deserved as much since he was sitting there tied up to a chair. "Any other questions?"

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crash the gates { cashton }

[ashtonobviously-blog]

Ashton’s instincts told him to try to move away from where Calum’s hands were going toward him, despite that those hands had never made him feel anything aside from comfort and pleasure. Obviously, it just ended in him struggling some more due to the fact that he couldn’t really move, but that wasn’t nearly as bad as the thoughts racing through his head, filled with disgusting possibilities of things Calum might have done to people. He felt so conflicted and upset and confined, his chest seemed to be getting tighter as he listened to the words spoken to him, the words that he was forced to hear. His breathing had also grown more shallow, but he hardly noticed it himself. “You— this has to be a sick joke. This has to be a fucking joke, it has to. Is your name really Calum, then? Why would you— why would you become friends with me, more than friends, if you’re just some kind of.. I don’t even know what you are. I want you to let me go now, please. I said I won’t tell anything.” The next question struck him quite strange, and it was that one that had him looking up into those brown eyes that never felt anything close to frightening… until now. “I don’t know.”

[calumasap]

"No, it's not a joke, and yes, my name is Calum," he rolled his eyes then, figuring he might as well just go ahead and explain everything, get it all out so Ashton would know that he never had any intentions to hurt him. "I was hired to assassinate your step father, and that's why I came here. I have to kill him before the reelection because he's going to win if he's still alive, and it's not going to be good for anyone if that happens, from the information on him I've seen. Ashton... the day that we met, I had no idea who you were. I didn't, I can promise you that," he made sure to stress, so that he would know that was the truth. "I just thought that you were hot, and I figured that while I was in town, we could have a little fun. But then I found out, and.. sure, you gave me easy access to him, but that doesn't mean that I was just using you. I liked you— like, I like you," he corrected himself, "and you were never supposed to find out who I really am or what I have to do, what I'm still going to do whether this gets in my way or not."

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crash the gates { cashton }

[ashtonobviously-blog]

Ashton honestly couldn’t believe what mess he’d gotten himself into. He never would’ve thought that sitting by someone at the park and having a conversation with them would leave him tied to a chair (under not-so-great circumstances), and he wished that he wouldn’t have woken up the night before, because, sure, Calum would still be who he was— whatever he was— but at least he wouldn’t have to know about it. Ignorance truly was bliss, he now realized. The more that Calum talked, the more he shook his head, refusing to accept that the situation he was in was reality. It couldn’t have been reality. It just couldn’t. “No. No, no, no. This is fucking insane. You need to let me go so I can leave. I-I won’t say anything about you, I swear, just— I need to get out of here. I need to get away from you,” he rambled, struggling a bit against the ties.

[calumasap]

Letting out a deep sigh, Calum resisted rolling his eyes and walked over to place his hands over the ties Ashton was struggling against. "Stop struggling, you're just gonna bruise your wrists," he told him through yet another exasperated sigh. It stung, actually, hearing him say that he needed to get out of there and away from him, and he couldn't remember the last time he actually felt anything towards anyone. "I can't. Ashton, you don't understand what you've gotten yourself into. If I don't think you can handle what I'm about to tell you, then I really will have to kill you, and I don't think you want that, do you? Neither of us do," he admitted with a quirk of his brow down at him, figuring that he might as well tell him while he could. "Are you afraid of me?" he had to ask, knowing that the answer might end up changing by the time he was done.

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crash the gates { cashton }

[ashtonobviously-blog]

Part of Ashton was just hoping, really, really hoping that Calum wasn’t the one who’d done this to him. He didn’t want to think about what kind of person that would make him, what kind of person he’d pretty much fallen head over heels for. But another part of him already knew. It was too good to be true, anyhow— Ashton finding a decent person to be in love with. Those kinds of things just didn’t happen to him, he guessed. His worst fear at the moment rendered itself true pretty quickly, and he shook his head at the sight of the other boy walking into the room, looking down into his lap for awhile, trying to bring himself away from the situation mentally. “Why? What were you doing with that gun in my house, a-and why— why am I here? I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t do anything to you.”

[calumasap]

"Why? Well... if I told you, I'd have to kill you." Any other time he would've laughed at how cliche those words were, but now, he said them with a straight face and not a hint of amusement. Calum had to admit to himself, at least, that he really didn't want to kill him. He wanted to be with him, but he had no idea how that was supposed to work now. It wasn't like he could just ask him to help with assassinating his step dad, could he? That would just be ridiculous. "And technically, I bring a gun with me everywhere. Sort of comes with being who I am, 'cause... well, let's just say that there are a lot of people who want me dead," he explained with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulder, figuring that was the easiest question to answer of the lot. "You're here because I don't know what to do with you. You should've never been up to see that, and now I can't decide whether or not to kill you."

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crash the gates { cashton }

[ashtonobviously-blog]

"I had this really weird dream.. it was so weird, you had a gun," Ashton murmured between chuckles, blinking slowly as his consciousness came back to him. That sweet, somewhat amused tone of voice was drained from him completely as he looked around and realized that he was definitely not in his bed, but actually in a dark room all by himself. Of course, his first instinct was to get up from the chair he was apparently sitting in, however, that didn’t go very far, because he was tied to it. “What the… Calum?” he spoke hesitantly into the emptiness of the room, his heart now beating very quickly. He had no idea what could be waiting on the other side of the door not far from him, or if he was kidnapped by a serial killer, or what. The last thing he wanted to do was annoy whoever had done this to him, and if that who happened to be Calum, then… he wasn’t sure what he would do— what he could do. 

[calumasap]

After tying him up, Calum had to leave the room. It was too much to just stand there and stare at him, unconscious and tied up to some chair like some kind of hostage or bondage experiment, and he didn't even have the heart to laugh at that particular thought. He ended up pacing outside of the room, cursing himself for being so thoughtless to just walk around when he knew Ashton could've woken up any time. The real problem was that he'd let himself get so attached, to the point where if he were to have to kill him, he knew that he would hesitate.. and Calum never hesitated. A sharp intake of breath was all he had to prepare himself with whenever he heard Ashton finally waking up, wasting no time in stepping into the room with his arms crossed over his chest. "M'right here, and your dream was real. Don't think I really needed to tell you that, though, did I?" he told him, trying to keep any emotion out of his voice.

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crash the gates { cashton }

[ashtonobviously-blog]

Ashton didn’t know what he was expecting exactly. Maybe to see Calum getting a drink of water, or walking out of the bathroom. Definitely not seeing him turn around so fast that it was nearly a blur, with a gun in his hands pointing straight at Ashton’s chest. He instantly gasped and jolted, just like he had waking up from his dream, bewildered and frightened eyes having trouble taking in the scene before him. “Y-You’re— and… w-with a…” was as far as he got in regards to words, and an incredulous huff of laughter left him. Surely, he was still dreaming. …Or, he might as well have been, because he couldn’t stop everything fading to black around him within seconds, nor the way his body soon fell to the ground with a loud thump.

[calumasap]

Calum watched with impossibly wide eyes as Ashton fell to the floor, mouth open in shock as he put the safety on the gun and tucked it in the side of his boxers since he had nowhere else to put it (hopefully it wouldn't go off safety and shoot him in the leg... that wouldn't be good). With a stream of curses leaving him lowly under his breath, he picked the other boy off of the ground and slung him over his shoulder, taking them both back to his room just so he could dress them both before making sure no one saw them leaving to his car. Everything would be different from then on out, because there was absolutely no way he could get away with any possible excuse for why he had a gun in his house and why he was walking around with it, ready to shoot. It wasn't guilt that he felt, as he tied Ashton's wrists and ankles to a chair, of course it wasn't; he was just conflicted about what he would even say to him, and whether or not he would have to get rid of him after this or not.

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crash the gates { cashton }

[ashtonobviously-blog]

The last thought that Ashton had before falling asleep was that he was extremely thankful for Calum being one not to… prefer fucking and then leaving directly after. He enjoyed laying in bed and falling asleep next to him, with the sound of his own heart just pounding in his ears, making it hard to hear the few, last murmured words they shared with each other. What he didn’t enjoy was not knowing what had Calum so excessively watchful and somewhat jumpy all of the time. He noticed it in him when they first met, but had passed it off as just a trait of his— some people were naturally observant, that was true. With Calum, though.. there was never a time he seemed to be off guard, and that wasn’t natural. The sound of an ear-splitting screeching noise in his dream had him waking up with a gasp and a jolt, and his immediate thought was fuck that was so embarrassing I hope Calum didn’t hear that, except, he couldn’t have. Because he wasn’t there. A confused pout crossed his face as he glanced over and noticed his pile of clothing still on the floor by his bed, and it wasn’t long before he got up and exited his room on a mission to search for him, walking down the hallway outside of his bedroom and peering around cautiously, whispering, “Cal?”

[calumasap]

The second that Calum heard something other than the beating of his own heart in his ears, he was on high alert. Both hands gripped the gun positioned in front of him, finger resting right beside the trigger to move onto it in case he's got to shoot, which, he's hoping not to because he didn't want to wake up anyone in a five mile radius (especially Ashton) with the sound of a gunshot. That would only bring trouble and an unneeded annoyance in his life since it would cause a delay in his plans over the expected investigation in the area over it. Avoiding all of that was definitely one of his higher priorities, because he couldn't exactly 'lay low' without difficulty of there were cops everywhere. Calum wasn't really sure how it all happened from there, though. One moment he was lost in his thoughts, glancing around and stepping slowly, quietly, in careful and calculated movements, and the next... he'd spun around the corner with his gun raised in the air, pointing straight at Ashton due to a noise he only then registered as his own name being spoken. "Fuck, Ashton.." he breathed out as his hands lowered, wondering how the hell he was going to explain what he was doing, and why it had to be done with a gun.

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crash the gates { cashton }

Calum's body was still thrumming with the energy from what had gone down between he and Ashton not long before, but the other boy was (seemingly) sound asleep by then, which he'd been lying there still and silent waiting for. By that time, he had the entire house mapped out, but it'd been a while since he taken a thorough look around to ensure that he had everything perfect. Since it would all go down there, it was crucial that he had every little bit down before it happened so he figured a quick run through while Ashton was sleeping couldn't hurt. With a kiss to the back of the sleeping boy's hand as he slowly moved Ashton's arm from around him once he was sure he was unconscious, he stood up from the bed and retrieved his gun from the discarded pants on the floor (he doubted he would need it, but caution was necessary in his profession). One glance back to the boy on the bed and he was gone, sure that the sight of him freely roaming the home in his boxers with a loaded gun in hand was truly an interesting one.

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stare into the sun { cashton }

[ashtonobviously-blog]

Ashton was surprised at how quickly he’d gotten hard for the other boy, but he didn’t bother trying to hide it because he knew that Calum was just the same, could feel it each time they’d ground their hips against each other. He surprised himself with how much he’d liked getting his hair pulled on, having moaned at it, a little more and more when he felt lips going down to his neck, happy to be marked. The two words that he could just barely make out had him gripping Calum’s hips harder so that he could push them down against his own, showing him just how much he wanted him in return. “Mm.. what is it that you want?” Ashton responded after having taken a deep breath, closing his eyes momentarily to try and collect himself. “Whatever it is, you can take it. There’s lube in that drawer over there,” he added, pointing toward the drawer he’d been talking about. If they were going to go further, they would need it.

[calumasap]

Calum's lips that were peppering kisses along Ashton's neck formed a bit of a smile at the moans he heard and the fingers pressing harder into his, causing him to hum as he began sucking a mark into his neck. He couldn't exactly respond, but he continued pushing his hips down against the other boy's, nearly drunk off of the feeling of wanting and needing someone so much because it hadn't happened to him in.. he couldn't remember how long. Once he was satisfied with the mark that would bloom on his skin he pulled back, thankfully just in time to see him pointing over to the drawer he was speaking of. Pulling himself away from Ashton for a few moments, he opened the drawer and took the lube out of it only to place it beside them on the bed, grinning at the other boy for a moment before reattaching their lips. The possibilities of what they could do ran through his mind, but one in particular stood out to him and he broke the kiss to tell him what he wanted. "I wanna ride you. That okay?"

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stare into the sun { cashton }

[ashtonobviously-blog]

It was nice to have gotten the same reaction he’d given to Calum when he’d taken his shirt off, smiling a bit smugly at it, though more to himself than anything else. All it did was give him even more confidence than he already had, naturally, which was a very good thing indeed. Ashton could’ve had a little laugh himself in response to Calum’s sarcastic words, too, but he didn’t have time to when the boy climbed on top of him, straddling his hips just like he’d hoped he would. The position made it easy for his own hands to find their way back to where they’d been before, gripping his hips and bucking his own upward as soon as he started to grind against him. “Fuck,” left his mouth in a breathless grunt, that single word showing just how aroused he was in that moment, and he was glad that they were kissing within seconds, partially so he wasn’t able to make any more embarrassing noises and partially because he already adored the taste of him.

[calumasap]

In all of his years, Calum had practically become the poster child of self control and nonchalance, because in his line of profession he couldn't afford to be anything but. No one would've ever guessed as much, however, watching him moan against Ashton's lips and continue to grind against him to give them that friction they both needed. The curse he heard spurred him on, and his hands found his hair once more to run his fingers through it (he might've pulled on it a little in his desperation and arousal, but he couldn't help it and he hoped that if Ashton didn't like it, he would tell him), pulling back after a while with heavy breaths. "Want you," he muttered against his jaw as he tugged lightly at his hair more so that he would tilt his head back and allow him to leave a few marks on his neck, because if they didn't go much further than this, he'd at least have left something to remember the encounter by. "Please tell me that we're not just gonna make out."