#bottom ashton

[tinyglitterrose]

Whenever I Want

Lashton, boxboy, 18+

Bottom Ashton, Top Luke

Warnings: SMUT, free use kink

A continuation of i'll let you have it. Lashton getting caught in the dressing room.

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"Ash?"

Ashton turned around from where he had been about to leave the dressing room to get to rehearsals for today's show. They were in Atlanta today, having just landed tonight and the last week had been stressful for the whole band. Shows almost every night and interviews during the day.

"Yeah?", he smiled at Luke, who was giving him an unsure look from where he was leaning against a desk full of makeup and hair products.

He gave a shaky smile that somewhat looked like a weird lopsided grin and Ashton furrowed his eyebrows, walking back into the room, while Michael squeezed past him to join Calum who had already went to the stage. He had talked about needing to practice a bass solo.

"What's up?", Ashton asked, when he had reached the younger man. The door slammed shut behind them, Michael always slammed doors like that.

"You...", Luke shrugged, avoiding eye contact for a moment, "you said we can do - whenever I want, you said that."

"Do what?"

"You know..."

"No, Luke, I have no idea what you want", Ashton laughed, confused. Then he seemed to realize, his eyes widening and mouth opening slightly.

"Yeah", Luke drew out the sound.

"Now?"

Luke shrugged again. "Like, if you're okay with that..."

Ashton turned back, looking at the closed door, then back to Luke and nodded.

Luke grinned widely, happily, at that and turned the switch. Or it was like he had turned a switch. His hands snaked around Ashton's waist, pressing him back against the table and himself against his friends' front.

"Yeah? You gonna let me fuck you right here, right now, just because I want to?"

Ashton was at a loss for words for a second, surprised by the sudden change, just like last time.

"Y-yeah, I said I'd -"

"You'd let me have it, I know", the blonde leant down, face pressing into Ashton's neck so he could bite and suck the skin there, just a little too loose to leave a mark.

"And I'm gonna do exactly that. But we have to hurry", he mumbled against Ashton's neck, the hot breath against his skin making him shudder.

Luke's hands were already wandering down to his ass, squeezing it in his hands and catching Ashton's moans with a kiss.

Ashton's own hands fumbled blindly to pull down the zipper of Luke's off-white slacks. They didn't even slip down his thighs when he had opened them and they both ignored that. It was enough when Ashton pulled out Luke's already glistening erection.

Ashton pumped the length in a steady rhythm, while Luke produced a small lube packet from his pants that he put on the table behind Ashton.

Their hands bumped into each other when Luke went to open Ashton's own pants - colorful striped ones - and then pulled them down his thighs until they fell down to pool at his feet, but they managed.

The drummer stepped out of his pants, barely a second before Luke grabbed at him where his thighs met his ass and lifted him up onto the edge of the table.

"So hot", he mumbled with his eyes focused on Ashton's half hard cock resting on his left thigh.

"Wait", Ashton said when Luke bend down his head towards it. Luke immediately stopped.

"My shoes"

"You want me to take your shoes off?", Luke couldn't help but laugh. Of course right when Luke was about to suck his best friend's dick and literally put his fingers up his ass, he would stop him to complain about his shoes.

"Yes", Ashton said with a serious expression, "I'm not gonna let you fuck me on a table with my shoes on. Shoes have to be off."

Luke was still chuckling when he followed the request - or more likely the order - and took his shoes off. He just took his socks off as well to avoid being stopped again because sex with socks on might be just as unacceptable as sex with shoes on.

"Sexy", he said in a dry sarcastic tone and pulled on one of Ashton's toes playfully, which got him some colorful insults and almost some injuries due to the drummer kicking after him.

Ashton was still grumbling after a moment, so Luke grabbed onto his legs, shifting him further up the table, one hand pushed on his chest until he laid down flat on his back, then both his hands gripped his thighs again and lifted those until Ashton planted his feet on the edge of the table as well.

"I -I...", he mumbled, when he found Luke's head and shoulders between his knees.

Luke met his eyes to show him he was listening even though he just wanted to dive in. He noticed the blush on the drummer's cheeks and the unsure flickering of his hazel eyes.

"I uh, feel a bit exposed", he tried to round it up with a laugh but that didn't really work.

"Do you want to stop?" Luke held himself with his hands on either side of Ashton's hips, upper body now standing between his legs, "We can change the position if you want to."

The other man bit his lip for a small moment, then he shook his head. "S kinda... 's hot. I trust you"

Luke smiled brightly at that last sentence, those three words meant so much and Luke hoped Ashton could sense his appreciation in the kiss he pressed to his lips in return.

Then, however, because Luke was Luke, he grinned: "Such a tasty meal laid out on the table just for me"

"Stooooop", Ashton whisper shouted, eyes wide in embarrassment.

The blonde wiggled his eyesbrows while he leant back down and Ashton was incredibly glad when he finally stopped being weird on purpose and sucked his balls into his mouth.

Ashton's head fell back, hands grabbing on the flat surface, he hadn't expected that even though last time he had already supposed Luke had a thing for balls.

He definitely did. He was mouthing at them, lapping over them, sucking them in, even carefully grazing his teeth over the skin like he just couldn't resist.

Ashton was mewling on top of the table, biting his lip to try and stay quiet but it was to no use. No one had ever paid this much thorough attention to this part of his body, not even himself, and it was overwhelming.

He was so focused on it, that he didn't even realized Luke had opened the lube package, before he was three fingers in and said: "D' you think you're ready?"

Ashton just blinked for a second, shifting his ass on the hard surface of the table and noticing oh yeah there were already fingers in his ass, before he nodded.

He was blushing furiously, something about being laid back on a table, legs spread wide for Luke to stand inbetween... he really felt like a meal - was this how a baked turkey felt on christmas? That was a stupid question, Ashton scolded himself, dead turkeys couldn't think. Plus, he shouldn't be thinking about christmas dinners when he was about to get fucked. Luke was just seconds away from pushing his penis inside the drummer's ass. Again. What even was his life?

As last time, Luke went in unprotected. They had discussed it last time and Luke knew that it was okay, that Ashton even prefered it this way.

"Ohhh", he moaned when he felt the tip breach his hole. His back arched off the table slightly when the blonde slowly pushed all the way in and Luke used the chance to bend down and lick over one of Ashton's nipples. He was basically showing them off to him so how could he not take advantage of that?

Ashton gasped at the warm wet sensation on his nipple and suddenly he didn't know whether he should push off the table more or down towards it. His hips shifted when he was moving around, pushing his ass further onto Luke's cock, which made both of them groan.

"Fuck, you're so hot", Luke groaned, lips still around a nipple, "So fucking hot and so tight, god, Ash"

"Mmmh, yeah, you're - you", Ashton moaned a string of senseless words.

"Ash -sh", Luke was gasping, drawing out his best friend's name as he drove into him harder.

Ashton's back was sliding back and forth on the table, he felt used but he loved it so much. Luke was letting everyting out on him again, Ashton was letting him have all he wanted and it felt so good.

So good that Ashton began scratching his nails over Luke's back, bending him down closer to him, holding him with him, onto him.

Luke's arms were shaking next to his shoulders but Ashton wouldn't mind if the blonde was going to crash into him.

"F-fuck, fuck", Luke groaned, hips jerking as he picked up his speed even more, the table starting to make screeching noises on the floor.

Both of them were so lost in each other that neither realized how loud they were being. The door was sound numbing but definitely not sound proof when you walked past it. Michael shouting to Luke about the 'really easy and basic rules' of his new video game earlier had proven that.

"Ahh, Luke -", Ashton cried out, head thrown back on the desk, Luke's tip brushed over his prostate with every quick hard thrust and Luke was only gaining speed.

He must of looked like a desperate bunny in mating season and -

"Whatttt...the ...fuck"

Ashton's eyes flew open, head whipping up from the desk and his hands started hitting Luke's shoulders in pure panic when he made eyecontact with Calum.

Luke didn't stop moving right away, needing about two seconds to make sense of the look on Ashton's face amd where his eyes were directed, before he froze. Mid thrust, half his dick hidden in Ashton, mouth open in a gasp that never came out and eyes looking just like Ashton's now.

There at the now open door was Calum. His hand was still on the doorhandle, one foot inside the room, the other still in the hallway as he stared at his bandmates.

His best friends that were currently stuck together in a way that he would have never expected.

"Fucking shit", he finally said, one hand coming up to wipe over his face, "Why did you not lock the fucking door?"

He received no answer, both men too paralyzed and entirely unprepared for being caught.

"You're...umm", Calum said, eyes fixated on where his bandmates were connected, his face showing mixed emotions like he didn't know whether he wanted to be disgusted or just plain confused.

"Yes, it hurts, no it's not weird, yes, I like it, can you stop staring at my naked ass now, Cal?", Ashton sighed. He managed to look annoyed and making Calum blush while being laid naked on a table.

"Sorry", Calum laughed nervously, "That, umm - yea, I think we'll talk when you're uh...done here...and after the show"

His eyes drifted back to where his bandmates were stuck to each other for another second, a pretty long second. Then he blinked rapidly like he was trying to delete the image from his mind and backed out of the room, closing the door and they both heard his foot steps running away.

"That was the most embarrassing moment of my whole life", Ashton whispered into the silence.

Luke grinned like he was in pain: "I think we'll soon get a worse one when they'll confront us"

"Well first of all, you're not laid on a desk with your asshole on display that just so happens to have a dick in it, second... you think he'll tell Mike?"

"You think he won't?"

Ashton didn't respond to that, opting to bite his lip and let his head fall back on the desk in defeat.

This was going to be awful.

"So...", Luke said, bending down further to push his face in Ashton's view.

"So?", Ashton sighed, still mortified. He didn't think he'd ever get over what just happened and knowing Calum and Michael they would never let them live it down.

"You wanna keep going?"

"You actually want to keep going now?"

Luke shrugged.

"Well, I'm still hard"

He was. Calum had been staring at them and Luke was still hard.

Ashton's dick had significantly gone down, laying miserably half hard on this thigh.

"We can stop, though, if you don't want-"

Luke's blue eyes were big and his mouth formed into a pout and Ashton just couldn't say no.

"Okay", he smiled with a sigh, legs falling off Luke's hips and open to his sides.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna push you to-"

"Luke, just keep going now"

"Right, sorry", the blonde giggled, before steadying his hands on the table again.

"I - sorry, Lu, I can't -", Ashton stopped him after just a few thrusts.

Luke immediately stopped, his eyes worried.

"It's just - I can't get into it again, sorry"

"Don't worry", Luke smiled, pressing a quick kiss to Ashton's nose.

Ashton blinked in surprise but didn't comment on it, gasping when Luke carefully pulled out.

He walked over to another of the makeup tables, getting some tissues, his dick whipping up and down with every step.

Ashton's thighs twitched when Luke cleaned the lube off of him, constantly pressing kisses into the flesh and into his knees.

Ashton fondly rolled his eyes when he then tried to put the pants back up his legs with a "I can dress myself, Luke"

The blonde blushed and giggled, awkwardly waddling to the attached room: "I'll go finish in the bathroom"

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yea, i might possibly have a thing for lashton getting caught 😂

[gothluke]

incorrect lashton quotes:

luke: “what did you get me for my birthday?”

ashton: “i’m not telling until it’s your actual birthday.”

luke: “is it your dick?”

ashton: “...”

[sexyklaines]

okay so... just asking for a friend... in lashton who do you think tops?

[tinyglitterrose]

Does It Hurt? - Part 1

Lashton, boyxboy, 18+

Bottom Ashton, Top Luke

Warnings: SMUT, Watersports

Summary: Luke finds out Ashton is into watersports. That's basically it 😂

❌don't like, don't read! okay? good :)❌

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"But doesn't it hurt when you pee while you're hard?"

"Luke, please shut up", Ashton groaned. He regretted it so badly. But Luke wouldn't stop asking what he had meant when he had accidently let something about needing to drink a few more bottles of water before he would get off. First, Luke had thought Ashton just liked it better when he was hydrated but Ashton hadn't been able to hide his blush so Luke had finally gotten to what it actually meant: Ashton liked to pee in sexual situations. He had a watersports kink.

"But you don't like the...you know, like, you don't like that too right? I mean I wouldn't judge you, to each their own, but like -"

"No, Luke, I don't shit on people nor do I wanna shit myself, ok?"

"Oh...cool", he lasted two seconds in silence before he continued, "But doesn't the smell turn you off? And what if you get it in your face, oh my god imagine if you got it in your mouth!"

Ashton didn't answer that and Luke immediately noticed: "In your - Ash!"

"What?", the drummer's voice was a little shrill and his cheeks were flaming hot.

"But like-"

"Scientifically speaking, pee is a lot cleaner than if you lick your fingers or something, you literally said two seconds ago you wouldn't judge me"

"No, yea, I know. I'm sorry", another two seconds of silence then: "Would you drink my pee if we had sex?"

Ashton almost facepalmed but reduced it to groaning very loudly. "First of all, Luke, I don't drink pee. It's not about drinking it, it's about having someone get it on me and I wouldn't mind if some of it striped my face, you know like cumming on someone. Second of all, why would we have sex??"

Luke shrugged with a lopsided grin, causing Ashton to squint his eyes at him in suspicion.

Sadly the conversation was not over then,the silence lasted longer this time, maybe a minute, but then Luke said the stupidest thing yet: "So would you like let me use you as a toilet if I asked?"

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'Use him as a toilet'

Ashton scoffed. He was not a human toilet and sure his kink was weird but it was a totally okay kink. There were plenty of people that liked to get cum on them so why not pee, right?

Besides, in all his twenty eight years of life he had yet to have someone else pee on him. He had only explored it himself and Luke was the first one he had trusted with this secret. Or rather Luke had forced himself to be trusted by Ashton.

And Ashton really hated that now Luke had implemented a picture in his mind that just wouldn't go away. He tried to think about what he usually thought about when he got himself off, some faceless hot bulky man hovering over him and telling him to let go. But now it wasn't some random man, it was Luke. Luke who just appeared in his mind now every single time he had his hand around his dick and he wasn't telling him to cum or too stop holding it, he was telling him to look up at him. Taunting him with saying he knew that Ashton wanted it, wanted him to get the golden liquid on his face, have it running down his body.

The words out of this fictional Luke's mouth came up in Ashton's brain without him even having to think about it. They were invading his mind just like this fictional Luke himself.

'So hot when you're all soaked in it', he would raunchily say to him, aiming the tip of his large erection right at his face, 'look at you all thirsty for it'

And Ashton groaned at it, upper body lifting off the bed towards a non existent second body. He felt the rough material of the towel he had spread under himself when he laid back down, hand still moving around his length. He knew there was no use in trying to make the image of his younger bandmate go away, it hadn't worked in the past days it wouldn't work now. So he just gave in to it, his hand speeding up and tiny gasps leaving his mouth as it got harder and a little painful to keep holding it all in.

He had drank so much water in the past two hours that lead up to just this and now he could already feel the relieve he knew would come with releasing all over himself and then finally orgasming. It was a mess cumming when he was already wet but he loved it.

"Oh", he gasped, choking when his thumb caught on the tip and his thighs twitched with the effort to hold it back, "Oh, please"

His wrist was aching a little when he sped up his movements and he didn't even register that he had started to gasp his blonde friend's name when his hips then kept thrusting up into his palm, shuddering thighs struggling to keep his middle lifted in the air but not able to lay back down.

"Lu- Luke, oh fuck, Luke"

And as cliché as it was, Luke heard him. Of course he did. Of fucking course he would hear Ashton calling for him when he was seconds away from pissing all over himself with his dick hard and in his hand, oh and also naked.

"Ash?", Luke asked the to the closed door of Ashton's room in the suite they were sharing. He didn't want to just barge in, but Ashton called for him again.

Because Ashton hadn't heard Luke outside his door. His hips were shuddering just like his thighs now, dick starting to twitch in his sweaty hand and then he was letting go.

He was gasping, sobbing with the burning feeling that came with cumming while also releasing something else and his hips were so high in the air.

He didn't take notice of Luke in his ecstasy.

Luke who was staring at the scene in front of him with wide eyes and an open mouth because this right in front of him was some straight up filthy porn. And it was real, it was Ashton.

Ashton's naked body squirming on the bed and Ashton's dick striping his wide chest with cum and - oh god.

Luke choked on his own breath when he noticed it. He was doing it. Ashton was, he was - Luke gulped and his breath stuttered. He was peeing himself just like he said he did it. But Luke hadn't really, well of course he hadn't pictured it, but now that he was seeing it, it was overwhelming and maybe he was starting to understand why Ashton liked it.

Maybe, just maybe, his own dick was getting interested in the drummer drenching himself in golden liquid that, due to his hips still being lifted high in the air, ran down his chest and pooled in his collar bones or dripped down his sides.

It should have been filthy and dirty. Luke should have been disgusted.

He wasn't. Instead he was drawn closer, found himself walking into the room and invading Ashton's space. A hand was slipping into his own pants, wrapping around his rapidly hardening dick and started stroking while he stood right beside Ashton's bed.

What the fuck was happening?

Ashton's hips fell back down onto his bed, no more cum jumping out of his length but there was still a thing golden stream coming from it. When it began to stutter, turning into short broken up spurts, he began to sob quietly with each of them like it was painful.

His head turned to the side, mouth still agape - and then he saw Luke.

Frantically, he tried to pick himself up, hands pushing into the puddle on his bed and he cringed, whimpered, too, and he just wanted to disappear. This couldn't be happening, please no.

His eyes were wild, panicked. Luke's were calm. He didn't seem phazed at all and he was surprised by that himself. Maybe it was the hand around his dick that was still moving that made him relax.

"What are you-", Ashton's eyes had found said hand. It was unmistakable what it was doing in Luke's pants with the movement.

"That looked like it hurt.", he was making casual conversation about a really not casual topic while he was jerking off. About Ashton, in front of Ashton, while talking to Ashton.

Ashton who was currently speechless. His eyes were laser focused on how the blonde's hand shifted inside the pants.

"You-", he didn't even know what he wanted to say.

"You should clean up your bed before you drench everything", Luke said, still stroking his cock in his pants.

Ashton blinked a few times, not moving, still watching the others' hand move in the pants, but then he flinched like something had pulled him out of his trance and he set himself into motion.

"Actually I think the bed can wait"

Ashton suddenly felt hands on his bare hips from where he was now bent over the bed. He had wanted to strip the bed sheets of but froze at the touch.

"Get on your knees and wait for me"

Ashton was unsure if he should follow the request but when Luke added "I'll just get myself something to drink" he - still didn't move.

He was covered in cum and piss, entirely naked, sweaty and he just wanted to run away and hide from Luke. Luke who was making a joke out of this by telling him to get on his knees.

"Luke, I'm already embarrassed, you don't need to make it worse", he said, face flushed bright red.

"M not", Luke mumbled, pulling his back closer towards his front, almost as if hugging the other man. He put his hands over Ashton's and pushed them away from his torso where he had put them in an attempt to hide himself.

"Get on your knees please?", he asked softly into his ear. Wetness that was stuck to Ashton's back from, well, laying in it, dampened Luke's shirt and he pressed his nose to the back of the drummer's neck, nuzzling the curls.

"Please - if you want to", Luke tried again and Ashton finally shifted a little.

He avoided eye contact the whole time when he moved to kneel on the floor. The bed was still wet, probably soaking the mattress, his torso was covered in sticky cum and his own liquid, which was running down his thighs, too, by now.

His mind was racing, while Luke was gone. Would he come back with a camera and make fun of him? Maybe call Calum and Michael? Or was he not going to come back at all and he would be kneeling here for the next few hours? He should probably just get up, right? He should get up and finally clean the bed, yeah, he should do that.

Ashton got up, shaking his head at how stupid he felt for actually getting on the floor in the first place, and stripped the bed.

Thanks to the thick towel he head spread across the sheets, it hadn't gotten through to the mattress yet.

Ashton really wanted to clean himself up, too, but keeping the bed dry was more important and his shower could wait another few minutes.

When he was done with the bed and he had rolled the sheets and the towel up in a big ball, he put them down in favor of grabbing some tissues to at least clean himself a little. The cum was starting to get sticky, like freshly chewed gum and he wanted it off. He was getting all too aware of it now.

But just when he went to swipe the first tissue over his chest, he was interrupted: "And just what exactly are you doing?"

Wide hazel eyes snapped up to meet with blue ones. The blue that usually looked soft and cute and pretty but right now it was cold. And strong, unwavering, as he stared right back at Ashton.

Ashton didn't say a word. He didn't make a sound either, he just blankly stared. Only his hands lowered on their own accord to hide his crotch from Luke.

"Nuh - uh", Luke made when he saw the movement and with two big steps he was right in front of the shorter man and gripping his wrists to stop him. His free hand took the tissue from Ashton's fingers. He glanced around the room, noticing the ball of sheets and sighed.

"I get that you were worried about the bed so I guess I can let your misbevahing slide. But I didn't want you to clean this up", his pointer finger slid up Ashton's chest, collecting some of the cum there, "so I am quite dissappointed in you, Ash"

Ashton gulped. Dissappointed?

Luke broke their eye contact.

Then, his hand was cupping Ashton's chin, thumb and middle finger pressing into his jaw to make him open his mouth. Ashton's heart stuttered when he realized what Luke was doing. The cum covered finger pushed between his lips and Ashton's eyes went so wide that it could have been mistaken for panic.

Luke had his cum on his hand. Shit. And now it was in his mouth and why was he sucking on Luke's fucking cum covered finger now, what was he doing?

"Good boy", Luke mumbled, almost like he wasn't fully aware of saying it.

Ashton gulped and watched as Luke wiped the spit soaked finger on his shirt.

"Now", Ashton's eyes snapped up to Luke's ones at the change of tone in his voice, "I think I had told you to get on your knees?"

[tinyglitterrose]

I'm gonna show you

Lashton, boyxboy, 18+

Bottom Ashton, Top Luke

Warnings: SMUT

Luke wants to show Ashton that he can be dominant and fingers him against a window. Aftercare ensues because Luke gets scared he did something wrong.

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“Against the window”, Luke said, as soon as Ashton entered their shared hotel room.

“What?”, the drummer gave him a confused look, dabbing the small towel in his hand over his face. They had just come back from a show, there had been no time for showers, and they had been rushed into a taxi to drive them to the hotel. Ashton really wanted nothing more than a nice long shower right now.

“I said, I want you to stand against the window”, Luke seemed pissed and Ashton had no idea what had crawled up the younger mans’ ass in the last few minutes.

“Luke, I have no idea what you want, but I really wanna shower, so-“

“You can do that after”, Luke stomped towards him, grabbing his wrist and making Ashton drop the towel, then pulled him across the room to the huge window stretched across one of the walls of their hotel room.

“Luke, seriously, what is up with you – ow!”, Luke had pressed his face against the glass, his cheek getting smushed against it.

“Stay”, Luke ordered, letting go of his hair and instead grabbing both the drummers’ wrist in one hand, holding them behind his back. The other went around his chest and started clumsily unbuttoning the buttons of Ashton’s shirt, well, the ones that were actually buttoned.

“I am so done with you always finding excuses to save your stupid manliness or whatever”, Luke grumbled as he started almost ripping the shirt down Ashton’s shoulders when he had finished unbuttoning it.

Ashton wiggled around, throwing frustrated insults at Luke because he still had no clue what was even going on.

“What I want from you? That’s what you wanna know?”, Luke sounded almost threatening.

“Yes, Luke, I’d really like to know what the fuck your problem is. And I’d appreciate it if you would stop tearing my clothes off, I told you I’m sweaty and I’m not in the mood to fuck you right now”

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to be”, Luke grumbled in response, momentarily letting go of the others’ wrists to completely take the shirt off and throw it somewhere into the room behind him. He quickly locked the tattooed wrists in a tight grip again before Ashton could do anything.

“What –“

In one quick rough motion, Luke all but yanked the other’s pants down, his underwear being pulled down with them.

“Luke!”, Ashton shrieked in embarrassment, wiggling against the window, “Luke, stop, you dick! People will see!”

“No, they won’t” And no, they really wouldn’t. They were on the fifteenth floor, no one would look up to check if someone was having sex against the windows.

But in Ashton’s mind, he would not be the one pushed against the window. What had gotten into Luke? He knew very well that Ashton did not bottom.

“Luke, you know that I don’t –“

“Say the word and I’ll let you go”

But all Ashton could do was swallow. For one because Luke’s voice had sounded so sexy and low in his ear. The other reason was that he was secretly enjoying having Luke force him to submit to him. This type of Luke was hot, he hadn’t known this Luke before and he wanted to see if he could even go through with being a top.

Ashton doubted it and it made a grin appear on his face, letting himself be pushed further against the window, his sweaty skin leaving imprints on the glass.

“You sure that you’re tough enough for this, Lukey?”, Luke stopped his movements, whatever he was doing behind Ashton and it made the drummer become even more arrogant, “I may be saving my manliness but where even is yours?”

Luke ignored him and Ashton almost thought that it was because he didn't have a good comeback, but Luke did have a comeback.

His tongue.

Without a word, no warning whatsoever, he grabbed Ashton's asscheeks, gripping the flesh to tightly that it stung a little.

"Luke, we don't do it this way, stop, you -", he cut himself off when he felt something really wet lap through his asscrack. He didn't gasp or moan or say anything, he just cut himself off, let his mouth drop open and stare out of the window with wide eyes. He had never felt something like this before, never had wanted to and now that he had, he didn't know how to react to it.

Sure, he had eaten Luke out a bazillion times but to have Luke lick at his bum instead?

"Not so snarky now, huh?", Luke grumbled, the words muffled because his lips were ghosting over the surface of Ashton's ass. His thin fingers were still gripping the cheeksy holding them apart and Ashton shuddered slightly from the cold air hitting his entrance when Luke pulled his lips away from his behind.

He had never considered his ass to be an entrance for anything. Luke's, sure, Luke's ass was for him to fuck, but his own wasn't made to be fucked. And all Luke was doing was staring at his exposed hole with the muscles twitching in tiny movements from the cold air.

"Luke", he sighed, "okay, Luke, you win, okay? Let me go now"

Luke didn't move.

"Luke", Ashton bumped his forehead against the window, "You're embarrassing me..."

He blushed under his already red colored from the show face and tried to wiggle out of Luke's hold again, but Luke didn't budge. Not even an inch.

So Ashton tried to make use of his freed hands - since Luke was using both of his to hold onto his ass - and push the younger man away from him.

"Oh no", Luke finally reacted and his voice still had that arrogant tone to it, "I'm not done with you, Irwin."

And contrary to his words, he let him go. Only for a few seconds, though. Just enough for Ashton to turn around and away from the window, bending down to pull up his pants again, or at least wanting to.

But he didn't get to that, Luke was suddenly back in his view and roughly grabbed him, once more pushing his broad body up against the window.

"Luke, seriously -", Ashton grumbled as he found his face once again pressed to the glass.

"You're getting on my nerves so bad, Ash", Luke said, grabbing for Ashton's wrists again and holding them behind his back. He made him twist his arms bent at the elbow so that he was crossing them behind his back and forced to hold onto his left lower arm with his right hand and vise versa.

"I'm not trying to hurt you, Ash", Luke's voice had finally gone soft again, back to the voice that the drummer was used to, "You know that, right?"

"Luke", Ashton grinned, "as if you could. Besides, all you're doing is holding me against a window."

"Hm"

"So you ready to let me go now?"

"I told you, I'm not", he paused for a moment, as if hesitating, "You know how we talked about doing more bondage?"

"You wanna do that tonight?", Ashton tried to ignore the tell tale sign of Luke holding his arms twisted behind his back instead of the other way around.

"Yea... But I wanna do it to you"

"I promise", he quickly added, "to let you go as soon as you safeword, I swear."

"I know that, Lu, calm down. But I'm not - you know I'm not the one getting tied up. I do the tying up."

Ashton's attempt at getting some of his dominance back through these words failed blatantly as Luke only giggled.

"Not tonight, Ashy", he pressed a sloppy kiss to Ashton's sweaty shoulder, "And I haven't heard the word red nor yellow come out of your mouth yet, so I know you want this."

"I don't!"

"Mmhm, keep telling yourself that.", Luke bit the shoulder he had just kissed and watched with a bright smile as Ashton shuddered, then turned to glare at him over that very shoulder.

And yes, Ashton was resisting this, but he hadn't safeworded. "Just wanna see if you can do this, Lukeypoo", he said teasingly and that was totally the only reason. Not because he was curious how it would feel.

It was enough for Luke and he knew that Ashton would be loosing this annyoingly teasing tone very soon. He focused instead on wrapping the rope they usually used on Luke's wrists around his arms. It was long - because Luke looked incredibly pretty when his tied wrists had a bow tied on top and the ends of the rope hanging down - and Luke couldn't resist but to wind it around Ashton's muscular forearms all the way up to mid biceps. He couldn't even move two fingers now.

"Okay?", he asked, sounding out of breath from the sheer sight of seeing Ashton tied up like this.

Said man tensed his arm muscles and tested if he could move his hands at all, and gave an open mouthed nod when he found he couldn't. He seemed to be a very quiet type when he was dominated instead of doing the dominating and Luke couldn't wait to see what sounds he could get out of his boyfriend.

Luke hummed in response, then slowly let his hands travel down from his boyfriend's restricted arms over his back dimples, his ass, down the back of his legs - which made Ashton shiver and Luke definitely took more time than would have been 'normal', but he rarely got the opportunity to just appreciate his boyfriend like this, ok - to finally reach his ankles, where he helped Ashton step out of his pants and underwear fully.

Then he leant back, still kneeling, and just stared. Ashton Irwin naked, arms tied behind his back, front pressed against a huge glass window and his butt basically in Luke's face was quite a sight.

"What?", Ashton sounded a little snappy, when Luke continued to do nothing, "You need me to taker over?"

"Mmh no, I'm good", the blonde responded, softly smacking one of Ashton's asscheeks just to get a reaction out of him and maybe see the flesh jiggle a little. Ashton let out an offended grunt, but didn't protest any further.

Luke took his time admiring the beauty of what was his boyfriend's naked body in front of him for a few more seconds, then he spread Ashton's cheeks apart and slowly let his tongue slide down inbetween them again.

Ashton made no sound except for his breath coming out in louder puffs. So Luke pointed his tongue and poked it against the small hole. A few times, then he licked around it in circles again, getting it as wet as he could, then he tried to press in with his tongue again and it worked.

He felt the muscles in Ashton's ass clench at the foreign feeling and the way he pushed himself flat against the window trying to escape the weird feeling of something in him, even though it was barely half an inch.

Luke had managed to lube up his fingers with a small lube bottle that he had in his pants pocket and Ashton's right knee buckled when he felt the tip of Luke's wet pointer finger pressing next to his tongue. His forehead collided with the glass of the window with a loud numb sound when Luke carefully and slowly slid it in. Only halfway.

"That - I", Ashton stuttered, feeling himself clench at the intrusion.

"You like that?", Luke asked huskily, back to being arrogant because he wanted to make sure Ashton knew just how dominant he could be.

"I - I don't know", the drummer mumbled in response.

"Let's find out then, hm", and Luke slid the finger in further. Up to the knuckle and he was sure that Ashton was scrunching up his face now. He wished he could see it from the other side. All pressed up to the window, staining it with sweat and precum that his dick was smearing onto it.

"What if someone sees you, Ash", he taunted quietly, as he added another finger. Even though they both knew no one could see him.

"Imagine someone seeing you against the window like this, all naked and having your ass fingered, while you're crying"

"I - I'm not -"

But he was. Luke knew what it meant when Ashton swallowed like that with his breath getting stuck and slightly choking when he regained it. But usually it was because Luke would sometimes get on his knees to suck him off when they had just finished having sex and Ashton's dick was overstimulated.

Not now though. No one had even touched it yet.

"You're not?", he asked, sounding dumb on purpose. He pushed his fingers in at a different angle and he immediately got what he wanted. Ashton let out a sob as Luke's fingers pressed directly against his prostate.

"Totally sounds like you're not", he kept his fingers against that spot, only moving the tips to massage it and Ashton gasped and gurgled as he choked on his breath again but was almost unable to regain it this time.

His own fingers were pressing into his arms where they were tied like the rest of his arms and hands and he pressed his middle even more against the window, the sight must have been sinful from the other side of the window.

Luke had to bring up his other hand to hold onto Ashton's hips or he would have fallen to the floor as both his knees started to buckle like he was about to pass out. He was sobbing now, crying and wincing in the most making - Luke's - dick - throbbing - way possible.

"Give me your color, Ash", Luke wanted to know he was okay, he needed to know that this crying was from pleasure, "Ash, what's your color?"

"Gr - mmh, aaah, gr - gree"

"Green?"

"Hmmmmm", he gave a shaky nod against the window, failing to get any words out inbetween all the sobs.

But Luke felt relieved. He was okay, he could keep going. He added even more pressure to his prostate, massaging it with more intensity and his other hand went inbetween Ashton's quivering thighs, finding his balls and softly squeezing them, his nails scratching the sensitive skin of them and Ashton was gone.

He couldn't hold on anymore, sounds that were a mixture of sobs and whines and wailing cries left his mouth and without Luke's support on his hip, his knees gave in and he sank to the floor. Thank god Luke was paying such close attention to him or he might have rammed his whole arm up his boyfriend's ass.

But he caught him, hand slipping from his balls and wrapping tightly around his middle to hold him, keep him from fully collapsing to the floor.

"Hey, hey, Ash, ssssh, hey", he whispered rushed, pressing kisses to the tearstained side of his face, hand squeezing his hip in a repetitive rhythm to keep him with him.

Ashton's breath was loud and shaky, lungs desperately taking in air in gasps.

"I - I - need", Ashton didn't really know what he needed but Luke's fingers were still in his ass.

Luke himself had almost forgotten that with the need to make sure Ashton was okay but he was reminded of it when he moved them just the tiniest bit and Ashton tensed up in his hold.

He could see the way Ashton's face scrunched up now, could see his mouth dropping open wide, while his eyes squeezed shut.

The blonde slowly started his movements back up, fingers massaging his boyfriend's untouched prostate again, and he felt his own dick twitch when Ashton gasped, a whine following right after and his head fell back against Luke's shoulder.

He couldn't help but latch onto the exposed stretch of Ashton's neck. He nibbled over the skin, licking along it and all the while increasing the pressure of his fingers. His other arm wrapped around Ashton's waist completely to keep him from falling forward and crashing into the window without being able to hold himself back with his arms still bound.

Ashton himself didn't even know what it was but one of these things was too much. He cried out louder than before and seized up in the singers hold, chest arching forward to the window, ass pushing back against Luke and with an undying string of gasps and sobs and whines, he started coming.

Luke held him tightly, kissing along his jaw and cheek, over his eyebrows and back down while staring laserfocused at the overly pink dick that was jumping with every shot of cum it released.

His other hand was still slowly going at the massaging and as Luke registered this he was realizing what was happening. After a few moments Ashton was still going. His dick continued to twitch, now less shooting and more releasing what was an almost constant stream of cum, while he was winding himself in Luke's arms. His head started trashing back and forth, chest rising and falling, arching and pressing back into Luke, biceps spasming against the rope.

"Fucking shit", Luke was gasping himself, "It's okay, Ash, keep breathing, keep - oh fuck, I'm milking you, Ash"

His thighs were quivering, his whole body shaking against Luke, and it took all of Luke's strength to not cum on the spot when Ashton's middle involuntarily arched up into the air, as if presenting his still cum streaming twitching dick to whoever was looking at him on the other side of the window. No one was except Luke. This was only for Luke to see.

The way Ashton's hips thrusted up, the stream weakening and only kicking out a few more spurts until it finally stopped and Luke immediately stopped his ministrations against his prostate, all only for Luke.

"I got you, baby, I got you", Luke whispered, kissing his face more urgently when Ashton sunk back down against Luke and was suddenly crying nonstop.

Quickly, but not too quickly so he wouldn't hurt him, Luke pulled his fingers out and began to untie his arms. He kept mumbling assurances to him, telling him he was okay and he was safe, while he hectically fumbled with the rope. Why did he tie it so damn tight?

As soon as he had opened the knots, he threw the rope away, cradling his 6 feet boyfriend in his arms and carrying him to the bed. It was weird to get into bed fully clothed and Ashton completely naked but that was the last thing Luke cared about right now.

Ashton immediately cuddled up to him, hiding his face in Luke's chest, which slightly muffled his crying.

"I'm so sorry, Ash, I'm so sorry, I didn't know that would happen, I just -", Luke sobbed. Yes, he was crying, too, now. Of course the first time he would want to try and dominate Ashton would end up with his boyfriend crying so badly he couldn't even breathe properly anymore.

But this was not about how much of a failure Luke was, this was about making sure Ashton was okay.

After minutes and minutes of continued sobbing from both of them and mumbled "I love you"s and "I'm sorry"s from Luke, Ashton started to calm down until he was only breathing shakily.

Like thought he had fallen asleep after a while. He sniffled, choking on his breath and held the drummer as tightly as he could. He felt like shit. He was such a horrible boyfriend, when Ashton woke up he would hate him.

"Lu- ke"

Luke's teary eyes shot open at the broken small voice that sounded so unfitting to his boyfriend, so different from what he usually sounded like.

"I'm sorry"

But Ashton shook his head. "No", he crooked, "It's okay"

"It's not, Ash", Luke sniffled again, "You were crying so bad and I just kept going and you -"

"I loved it, Lukey", Ashton's cheeks were red but he could still see the blush spreading across them when he admitted it.

Luke started to shake his head, but Ashton interrupted him again: "It was - I - so good, Luke, I didn't even know - it was - crazy."

"You really liked it?", Luke felt like he was a school kid asking his crush if he truly meant that he liked him back.

"Mh... it was just so much, it was overwhelming", Ashton looked to him just as shy, searching for reassurance that what he had felt was normal.

He got it through Luke's soft smile and the kiss he fondly pressed to his nose.

When he pulled back he was grinning at his shorter naked boyfriend. "I gotta say though, I'm pretty impressed with myself that the first time I touched your ass I prostate milked you"

Ashton rolled his eyes, but smiled, too. "I don't like cocky Luke, I think he needs to be fucked and put back into his place"

"Hm", Luke kissed his nose again, just because he could, "good luck with that to you and your sore little ass"

Ashton slapped him up the head for that.

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this took a lot of unexpected turns that i didn't even see coming cuz i never think of a plot more than one small brief idea before i start writing something, hope you like it though

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Spoiled

part three of the Princess Series

Mashton, boxboy, 18+

Bottom Ashton, Top Michael

Warnings: SMUT

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"Hey, Ash?", Michael opened the door to the back room of their tour bus.

Ashton looked up from his phone, sitting up more straight from where he'd been lazily lounging on the long couch. Calum and Luke were fumbling around in the kitchen, trying to cook, while the bus was driving on the high way.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Not much", Michael shrugged his shoulders and walked into the room, maybe a bit too casually, "You?"

Ashton shrugged as well, turning back to his phone.

Michael just stared at him.

"You sure you're good?", Ashton looked back up, grinning lopsidedly at his bandmate.

"Mhh, well", he waited until Ashton furrowed his eyebrows to keep talking, "I think I could be. If I wasn't the only one being excluded."

"Ex- from what?", the drummer was more than confused, especially with how Michael was grinning like a menace at him. Was he high?

Michael shrugged again, sighing as if something traumatic had happened to him but none of the boys cared enough to notice it.

Ashton laid his phone down beside him, giving Mike his full attention.

"Did we do something? I'm sorry if we did something, Mike, I promise we didn't purposefully exclude you from anything."

"You really didn't, did you?", Michael's face changed to an almost pityful expression. Where was the boy going with this? Ashton looked at him, getting more lost every second, shaking his head again.

"Makes sense", Michael nodded to himself, "After all you're a little princess. Princesses are spoiled, so why would you come up to me, right?"

Ashton's eyes went big. Shit, he had thought that this was almost forgotten. It had been another three weeks since Luke had, well, fucked him with a dildo until he was crying and they hadn't talked about it again. It wasn't awkward either, everything was good.

But apparently not for Michael.

"I, uh-"

"You what? Obviously Luke told us what you two did and you know, I was hoping that maybe you'd come up to me and offer to not have me be the only one being excluded, but oh well. Gotta do everything myself."

"You-"

"Is the mighty princess busy right now or can I pledge for an allowance to touch your oh so fantastic behind?"

"Mike", Ashton winced, he didn't like his best friend sounding so mean. He didn't want him to be pissed off or angry at him.

He caught his lip between his teeth, worriedly biting on it. Should he...? It would make Michael happy again, right? But it would also be so embarrassing. Then again, it would feel good and he secretly loved the humiliation and it wasn't like Mike didn't exactly know what he was asking for.

So Ashton took a long shaky breath, then he slid off the couch and kneeled on the floor, hands claspes together in his lap.

"I'm sorry for being a brat", he mumbled to Michael's left knee.

Michael didn't react at all for a few seconds. Calum and Luke had described Ash as incredibly bratty and unwilling to obey to anything. But now he was kneeling in front of him and apologizing. Without even having been given any instructions to do so.

"Wow, Ash, you can be obedient then, huh?", he was mumbling himself.

"Just - just wanna be a good..."

"A good princess?"

Ashton nodded quickly, still not lifting his gaze and not able to say the word. It still embarrassed him too much to admit to it, that he liked being their princess. He was a man after all, a tall, fit, grown man with chest hair and abs. Being a princess was just... it was so humiliating.

"Say it, Ash"

But he didn't say anything.

"Aw, come on, Ashy", Michael leaned down to put two fingers under the others' chin, making him look him in the eyes, "Tell me what you are or I'll have to fuck the words out of you. And this door over there", he nodded towards the slide door that led to the bunk beds, "has no lock on it. The other boys could just walk in, while I'm making you sit on my cock."

Ashton clamped his mouth shut. He was too stubborn for this. And he kinda wanted what Michael was threatening to do. Wanted him to make him scream and beg so loud that Cal and Luke would come in wondering if he was hurt.

And Michael quickly picked up on that.

"Alright then", he grinned wickedly, lifting his hips off the couch and pushing his pants and underwear down. Before Ashton cod fully register what was happening, his jaw was gripped and forced open and a half hard dick was fed into his mouth.

"Suck", Michael demanded, still holding onto the other man's jaw with a tight grip, but he slid his hand up the side of Ashton's face to then instead take hold of his curls at the back of his head, forcefully pushing him down. Not even Calum had been this rough with Ashton.

Ashton choked but didn't try to pull back.

"Alright, enough", Michael pushed him away barely two minutes later.

Ashton looked up at him with wide eyes, mouth still open. Did he do somethin wrong? Was Michael suddenly digusted of him?

But he wasn't.

"Clothes off", he said, dick still being out and crossing his arms over his chest. He lifted his eyebrows expectantly, when Ashton didn't move.

Ashton gulped, blushing heavily, but started doing as asked.

"That too", Michael grinned when he hesitated to take his boxers off. Biting his lip, the drummer obeyed, then he got back on his knees in front of Mike, hands clasped together in his lap.

Michael didn't say anything for a while, just staring at his older friend and having him sit there in front of him. Entirely naked and waiting for directions.

It was quite a sight to behold and Michael wondered if Ashton would let him take a picture if he asked.

"Tell me if you want me to stop with anything", he said seriously instead and Ashton nodded shakily. He didn't know what to expect, what might be coming.

Or who, he realized when he remembered that any of the other two boys - or even anyone at all - could just walk into the back of the bus.

"Wait here"

Ashton obeyed, not moving an inch until Michael came back. He then turned his head to look at him, but the younger one only had to lift an eyebrow to make Ashton's head whip back around.

"Don't jump", he heard him mumble right behind him. He had kneeled behind Ashton.

Ashton kned his fingers in his lap, anxiously waiting for what Michael was going to do.

He couldn't believe he was in a situation like this again, was this all just okay with his bandmates?

And why did it excite him that he wasn't sure if they enjoyed this as much as he did?

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i haven't posted in quite some time so i'm splitting this one into a two part imagine to give you something new 🥰👀

[tinyglitterrose]

Omega?

Part 1, Lashton, boyxboy, 18+

Omega Ashton, Alpha Luke (+ Alpha Calum & Michael)

Warnings: SMUT, O/B/A

(Ashton is 22 in this one and the others around 20 but they look like 2021/2022.)

Summary: No one knows Ashton recently presented as an omega. He goes into his first heat and needs Luke to help him who's trying to resist that...

and ofc: don't like? don't read

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No one in the band bad found out yet. Ashton drowned himself in scent neutralizer every few hours and it was a constant battle against his inner self to not do anything submissive like dropping to the ground to give Luke a foot massage when he complained about his new boots hurting or taking his vest off thus leaving him shirtless when Michael complained about the temperatures just before a soundcheck.

He didn't want them to know that - for whatever weird reason - he had two weeks ago presented as an omega after having been a beta for almost four years. It made absolutely no sense to him.

Having to secretly go see a doctor and explain the situation, then getting a huge supply of scent neutralizer was the most humiliating thing he had ever had to go through. And even worse, the store had been out of suppressants so he was scared shitless of his first heat. He had read a lot about omegas, heats and whatever else that related to it that he could think of since Tuesday two weeks ago.

No one really knew why he had suddenly presented as something new at 22. The doctors only suggestion had been that his body had been repressing it. That made no sense to Ashton, something must have gone wrong.

Really wrong. He hated his new urges, his new feelings. Hated being around three alphas even though he loved his boys dearly.

He had made it a habit to always stay behind in the dressing rooms and help the make up artists and stylists clean up. They didn't question it but they gave him weird looks. He had also made it a habit to stay behind on the tourbus to make everyone's bed and clean used dishes. He had made it a habit to minimize the time he spent rehearsing on the drums. It was so loud and surely the three alphas must be annoyed everytime he messed up. And it was just generally annoying, wasn't it? Just like his voice so he talked less in interviews, concerts but also every day life.

Calum had asked him a few times if he was okay but Ashton was eager to nod and smile, giving a small yes. He had to be happy, he couldn't be annyoing when he was happy, right? Not overly happy, though. Just enough for them to be able to forget he was there and that they didn't worry about him.

"Luke, come on, clean your shit up", the boys were arguing when Ashton entered the bus. Immediately he wanted to fall to his knees and apologize for something that wasn't even his fault.

"I said I'll fucking do it later, Cal, you're getting on my nerves"

"No, Luke, don't be a dick, your clothes are everywhere!"

"Cuz I dropped my suitcase!", the blonde raised his voice and Ashton could hardly supress a whimper, his shoulders drawing up tight.

With quite steps he forced himself to get out of the corner of the bus door and opened the slide door to the bunk beds. Luke's stuff was all over the floor.

Ashton cleaned it. He cleaned it all up, even neatly folded his clothes into his suitcase then put it back on his bed.

He kept releasing tiny whimpers, hands shaking a little everytime he heard one of the other three boys shout at another one. God, how he hated being this weak. He felt like a baby.

And he also felt stupid. He had come to the bus to reapply his neutralizer. But then he had cleaned Luke's stuff instead and he had forgotten.

And now his bandmates were looking around looking for an omega. Ashton pretended to look, too.

"Man, she smells hot, if she's single -"

"No, I smelt it first, give me a chance first"

"We haven't even found her, where is she?"

"Why do you think it's a her?", Ashton asked quietly, hoping to not be obvious. Luke and Calum gave him non approving looks for a second, Mike didn't even notice.

"We can smell that, Ash, you wouldn't understand", whether Luke had intended it or he was just distracted,his voice sounded cold. So cold that tears formed at Ashton's eyes and he quickly rushed to the nearest bathroom.

They thought he smelled female? So he wasn't just weak and a crybaby now but also female? The drummer released a sob he couldn't hold back. He hated it, he hated his new self so mluch, how could this be who he was supposed to be?

And no one was coming to check on him, he was alone and hiding in a public bathroom, hating his new self with every fibre of his being.

He avoided his bandmates for the next few days, always storming off stage as soon as a show ended and hiding in his bunk bed or hotel room.

His friends has meanwhile come the the conclusion that the omega must work with them, be someone on their crew and Ashton quietly cried himself to sleep one night when Michael and Calum discussed how distracted they were cuz they could still smell 'her' on the bus.

And from still reading on the internet about his new self in every few minute he could find, he had found out what it was supposed to feel like when he was going to have his first heat.

Ashton dreaded it. He despised it. He was terrified.

He had drowned himself in neutralizer this morning but when he joined his bandmates and they immediately started not so quietly whispering about smelling her somewhere close again, he knew it didn't work as well as it usually did today.

What made the day that was packed with interviews and radio station visits even worse was when, halfway through around 12 o'clock he felt something in his underpants.

His eyes widened with panic for a second before he realized he had not peed himself. It was slick, that stuff that he had read online would drip out of him, making him wet and - he had never felt more disgusted of himself. He was a beta, he had been, he was supposed to be. He shouldn't be leaking from his fucking ass.

Only 4 more hours, Ashton prayed to himself, 4 more hours and you can go and cry and hide in your hotel room and possibly suffocate under the sheets so you won't ever have to experience this again.

By the time he could finally do that - run to his hotel room like he was being chased by a demon, while trying to hold back tears - he had taken off his jacket and knotted it around his waist. His pants did look like he had peed himself now, a dark stain on the back as he had seen when he had hid away in a bathroom during a small break of interviews and had desperately tried to wipe this wet mess away.

He did the same thing now. Pants were discarded on the floor and he was ripping off toilet paper after paper, trying to get dry but it kept coming. Everything was wet, it was smeared all over his thighs and he couldn't even see the toilet paper role clearly anymore cuz he was crying too much.

He was shaking, sobbing, furiously rubbing at his cheeks to wipe away the tears and with an angry shout like cry he ripped one of the big hotel towels off the halters at the wall to his right. He spread it on the bed, then crashed into it.

Surely, his friends were having fun right now, all three of them talking about this oh so hot omega again and who would get to shoot their shot first. And what made Ashton's self hatred even worse is that he wanted those shots. He wanted an alpha. That stupid need for something was growing and he felt himself getting more desperate, gasping for breath inbetween sobs and slick sliding down the back and inside of his thighs with every clench he felt.

He hated that it was doing that. He didn't want to feel his fucking asshole begging for something inside of it. He wanted to chop his dick off because it was hard and leaking, the tip a flushed pink where it was pressed to his stomach, staining his shirt.

He didn't want this.

His phone rang but he ignored it. He was fine, to the boys everything was okay. And once this stupid heat was over, he would make even more of an effort at being good. He would clean more and do more things so they didn't have to do as much.

He was only an omega after all, and they had to be like servants to show they were worthy, right? Well, Ashton had never thought that of any omega but he thought it of himself. He had to prove he belonged to this band of three alphas, that he deserved to be with them and travel the world with them.

The drummer was so focused on what he would do to be more worthy when this was over and how much he hated his current state that he didn't take notice of the door opening.

His own crying drowned out the sound of it and he shrieked when something lightly touched his shoulder, curling in on himself.

Luke.

It was Luke.

His eyes were sad, his face in the most guilty, pityful, broken expression Ashton had ever seen it.

"I thought it was you", Luke said quietly, completely ignoring Ashton's nudity from the waist down, "But I thought no way, that's not even possible... I'm sorry, Ash"

"F-for what?", Ashton tried to stop crying, he was being pathetic in front of this alpha. Since when did he think of Luke as an alpha and not as Luke?

The blonde shook his head. "For being so ignorant. We should've noticed."

Ashton shrugged. Then he bit his lip, his stomach was churning at the presence of an alpha, his hole clenching like it was begging Ashton to ask Luke to help him and pushing more and more of this wet something out.

"I'm sorry for being a freak", he whispered, too scared to look Luke in the eyes, "I'm really sorry"

"Ash"

Ashton rapidly shook his head at the nickname. No, he didn't want any pity.

"It's okay if you hate me, fuck, I hate myself. I'm so disgusting and so weird and everything is so fucking wet and it's clenching - Luke, my fucking asshole is like, like - like spreading open and I wanna ask you to get your dick out! Why do I want to ask you to get your dick out?", he wanted to apologize immediately for swearing at Luke, but the younger one was quick to answer.

"It's your nature.", Luke was calm, the entire opposite to Ashton's frantic rambling, "You're in heat, it's your instinct to want that."

Luke's breath stuttered when Ashton remained quiet this time and looked up at him with big tears eyes, he was becoming aware of Ashton's lack of clothes now. "Shit", he mumbled, pressing a hand to his crotch.

Ashton's eyes followed his hand, another tear slipping from his eyes when he saw what his new omega self was doing to Luke.

"Ash, no, Ash", Luke shook his head, scrambling to wrap him into his arms despite his whimpers, "I won't touch you, I won't touch you, I swear. It's just that you're an omega in heat and it's really hard to hold myself back, god, your smell is so intoxicating, but I would never, never ever, do anything to you!"

"But, but I want that, why do I want that", Ashton was crying again, fingers digging into Luke's arms that were wrapped around his upper body, holding on tightly. He was so scared of these instincts, these wants that he had never felt before.

"No, you don't, Ash. That's your heat, it's the omega in you. And we won't let it win."

"R-really?"

"Yea", Luke carefully pressed a kiss to the trembling boy in his arms. He had never taken care of someone like this, despite being an alpha everyone always made fun of him for acting like an omega. Yet here he was, with his best friend in his arms who was probably the last person on earth that anyone would have suspected to actually be the omega.

Ashton stayed in his hotel room, sobbing and crying everytime that Luke was gone. But Luke always came back, carrying food, bath bombs, new towels - and he informed their management and Michael and Calum of Ashton's new development.

Both boys profusely apologized to Ashton for not realizing it was him, for making him feel bad and they felt so bad themselves. They had to do it over the phone though, a hotel room wall seperating them because they were very aware that they did not have Luke's strength of holding themselves back with an omega mid heat and on no suppressants in the same room.

Luke was struggling, too, Ashton could see that, and he tried his best to hide his constant hard on from his friend but Ashton knew it was there.

And he still wanted it. With every hour that passed and Luke - an alpha that could very much help him, knot him - he was getting more sure that it was him who wanted it, not just his omega nature.

Luke would carefully clean him up, drying off his thighs and changing the towels, and Ashton's cock was always hard. He'd gotten so close to cumming a few times when he would wipe himself with the towel, cuz Luke refused to clean anything but his legs for him. But never quite. He was still so ashamed and sad and scared.

But now the desperateness was growing. His whole dick was dark pink after two days of being hard, Luke had read him an article on the internet that assured him it was normal to near constantly have that during his heat, but it had also said that it stayed like that after orgasming. Ashton hadn't done that once.

Right now, he was lying on his stomach, dick painfully pressed into the damp towel beneath him, while Luke was carefully rubbing at his legs with another towel.

He couldn't take this anymore, he needed Luke to do something. Which was why, when Luke tapped the towel high on his thighs where they almost met his ass, he pushed down.

Luke gasped and pulled his hands away when his knuckles brushed over his bandmates' bare skin but Ashton was quick to grab his wrists.

The side of his flushed face pressed into the sheets from still lying on his stomach, legs spreading, Ashton used all his strength to push Luke's hands where he wanted them.

"Please, please", he mumbled, mouth dropping open into an o shape when he felt Luke's hands brush over his ass, one hand dipping into his crack and - it was gone.

"No", Luke said firmly, making Ashton sob with the coldness of it.

"No, no, please, Luke, please, I need -"

"Ashton, you don't want this. Please stop, I am not incredibly strong"

"Then don't be strong!", Ashton knew he sounded like a child throwing a tantrum now, but he couldn't help it, "I need to cum!"

"Then do it yourself!", Luke shouted, jumping off the bed and stomping to the bathroom to put away the used towel.

Ashton's lip wobbled at Luke's outburst and tears started forming again - god, he was crying so much, it was annoying him - but okay then.

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this is part one of at least two chapters, obviously a cliffhanger but i couldn't wait til i've finished it and i haven't posted in ages but i miss it so here you go ❤️

hope you like it, feel free to tell me your thoughts and ofc requests are open 🥰

[tinyglitterrose]

Ash is on the floor

boyxboy, 18+

Top Luke, Bottom Ashton

Warnings: SMUT

basically an Ashton centered foursome.

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"Why are we doing this again?", Calum asked, rolling his eyes.

"Because we're bored and we got nothing to do"

"That's the same thing, Mike", Ashton said.

"Whatever", Michael grinned, "Who wants to go first?"

Luke eagerly raised his hand.

"Luke, you're not supposed to want to start, you have to try to be the last", Ashton shook his head at his younger bandmate.

"I know, I know, but I'm excited that we're playing something"

Calum pulled a card from the stack.

"Alright, question for Luke: Who invented the lightbulb and what year?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know that?"

Calum and Ashton shrugged the same moment that Michael shrieked: "You have to strip now!"

So Luke had to be the first one to take an item of clothing off. The band didn't think of it as weird, they had seen each other naked a lot of times before and it was simply the easiest way to determine who was the looser of this game. Well, they could have made a list but they were too lazy to look for a paper and a pen so stripping it was.

"What is a sinus curve?", Calum read and immediately groaned, "That's so unfair, your mom is a math teacher"

Because it was Luke's turn again and his mom had told asked him this exact question often enough that he was actually able to give the correct answer.

Thankfully, there were also some easy questions in this game, like what is 3 times 4 or name three fruits and vegetables. It was easy. Or it should be, but Ashton kept failing his questions.

"Man, come on, three animals that live underwater", Michael repeated the question.

"I - uh...fish?", Ashton was trying his best to think of three animals, three damn animals. But how could he think of animals when all his bandmates were sitting shirtless across from him. Luke had grown some chest hair that Ashton wanted to nuzzle his face in, Calum's abs were...he just wanted to lick them all over and Mike's soft tummy made him want to grab and touch. Ashton was not okay.

"What kind of fish?"

"Umm...like...like, uh, small fish and...wales"

"Wales, okay, small fish, no, Ash, come on, where's your brain?", Luke laughed. They were all laughing at him.

But Ashton's brain was on standby, all that was in his mind was 'abs, chest, naked guys'.

"...two, one.", Calum finished the countdown, "Alright, sorry mate, you gotta draw a blank"

Ashton blinked. And only then did he realize that he had failed so often now that he was only sitting here in his boxers. Michael was in his boxers, too, but he still had both his socks on. Ashton, on the other hand, had only his boxers left.

"Uh, well, I think we can stop playing, I obviously lost", he tried to laugh it off, but his bandmates were not having it and started protesting.

"No, you lost, you have to go with the rules", Calum said.

"I can still win, Ash, don't ruin this for me", Luke said.

"Your dick is not that impressive, mate", Michael said and grinned widely.

So Ashton had no choice. His face felt hot when he clumsily shoved his boxers off without standing up and simultaniously trying to hide his junk from the prying eyes of his friends.

Great, now he was sitting stark naked in front of his friends that happened to turn him on. At least he didn't have to play anymore.

But the others kept playing and they kept losing articles of clothing.

Ashton slowly slid his legs up to his body, to better hide the boner that he was slowly but surely getting from this. This was not good, so not good.

"Didn't you say something about winning?", Michael's joyful voice brought him back to the game.

It was directed at Luke who was grumbling to himself, standing up and suddenly shoving his underwear down his legs.

Ashton's eyes bulged out of his head for a second, before he remembered that he had to act like he was totally cool. And obviously he had seen Luke's dick before, but it still caught him off guard. And it was not good for his own dick.

Luke wasn't even ashamed. He sat back down, legs spread, hands placed on the floor behind him so that he was slightly leaning back and could comfortably watch Calum and Michael continue to play the game.

Ashton kept stealing small glances at the blonde's penis, just because it was so displayed. He was practically forced to look.

"You alright there?", Luke asked quietly, while Mike and Calum were arguing whether a potato counted as a vegetable or not.

Ashton looked up from his own feet to meet Luke's blue eyes. One of his eyebrows were raised in question.

"You sure?", Luke asked again, when Ashton hastily nodded, "You look a bit uncomfortable there"

Ashton blushed, pulling his legs even more towards his body and shrugged, unable to say anything because he would only have been able to stutter. He could not talk to a naked Luke that was still very much showing off his dick.

Luke didn't question him any further, but he kept looking at Ashton as if checking to see what was wrong.

The drummer really hoped that Luke didn't notice his staring at his other bandmembers chests or the way he silently gasped when he saw Calum's biceps bulge from ripping a card from Michael's hands.

"I win!", Michael shouted exitedly all of a sudden, which was really not so suddenly, but Ashton had barely been paying attention to the game. He jumped from the shout and let his legs slip for a second, before quickly pulling them up again.

But he had fucked up.

"Are you hard?", Luke asked bluntly and immediately he had the attention of three australians.

Play it cool, just play if off, Ashton thought to himself, as if he was not panicking right now.

"No? What the fuck, Luke?", he tried to sound arrogant and even rolled his eyes at the blonde, but the other man wasn't having it.

"No, no, you're hard, I saw that", then he giggled, "You have a boner, Ashy, I saw it"

Ashton shook his head violently, but Calum interrupted him before he could object again: "Do you really?"

"No, of course not"

"Then put your legs down", Michael ordered.

"Pff, no, I'm not letting you guys look at my dick, just so you can realize that Luke's being stupid"

"If you have nothing to hide, do it", Calum joined in. Shit. He needed to get out of this, he couldn't let them see that Luke was absolutely right.

"Yeah, show us your penis, Ash!", Luke grinned brightly.

"Shut up", they all groaned in response, but kept nagging Ashton.

"You're being really suspicious", Calum said, trying to hide a wide grin. Ashton was still trying to come up with a response in his mind, when suddenly his knees were gripped and forcefully pushed down with one harsh move.

"Mike!", Ashton shouted angrily, "You could've just broken my legs!"

But he received no answer.

The drummer's hands flew to cover up his erect dick to try to shield it from his bandmate's wide staring eyes, but surprisingly it was Luke who caught his left hand and held it in the air to prevent him from doing so. Calum quickly did the same with his right hand and before Ashton could even think of pulling his legs back up, the grip of Michael's hands on his ankles tightened.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

His best friends were all wordlessly staring at his exposed boner that he got because of them and Ashton just wanted to cry. Screw that, he was already crying, tears started to silently trickle down his cheeks.

He felt so humiliated. Was this the moment that he would get kicked out of the band? They would tell him how absolutely disgusting he was and then nakedly push him out the house and he would bang on the door but no one would let him back in and then his stuff would be thrown out of one of the windows and they'd shout at him to never come back -

"Ash", it was Luke's soft voice that brought him back.

The blonde's face turned to a pained expression when his friend turned to him, looking up with wide, glassy, terrified and shameful eyes.

"Don't cry", Luke mumbled helplessly, "Please"

Ashton averted his eyes to where Luke's hand was holding his wrist to the floor and sniffled.

"I'm sorry", he cried quietly, "I'm sorry -"

"Don't be, Ash, look at Luke, hm?", Calum nodded encouragingly towards Luke's bare crotch. Was this a trick and when he looked they'd say he was disgusting for looking at his best friend's dick while his own was hard? But he couldn't not obey with Calum's soft eyes looking at him like that. With these warm dark brown chocolates.

"Luke!", he spluttered and looked up into the bright blue eyes once he had followed Calum's request.

Luke grinned lopsidely and shrugged.

"Y'know I'm gay, can't help it when a pretty boy is naked and hard right in front of me", he didn't seem embarrassed at all. Not even while admitting that seeing Ashton hard had made him hard as well. Ashton had - the drummer gulped, stealing another glance at what was apparently his fault.

"You - I made you-"

"You don't realize how fucking hot you are, do you?", Luke was still grinning like that. Like it was normal to chat to each other about being hot, while they were both sitting on the floor naked and with their erections out.

Ashton didn't say anything back. He was jut staring dumbly at his best friend.

Luke shook his head slightly, then his hand reached towards Ashton and before said boy could even fathom what was about to happen, the blonde's hand wrapped itself around Ashton's member and began to stroke it slowly.

Ashton's mouth fell open to release a gasp and then a choked off whimper when Luke squeezed his fingers around the tip, causing a few drops of precum to dribble from it.

Ashton's face was redder than the tip of his dick and he closed his eyes, not wanting to have to look at any of his friends, while one of them was jerking him off.

"I want his mouth", Calum mumbled all of a sudden and then Ashton was pressed to the floor, forced to lie down with Luke still touching his dick.

He opened his eyes, the hazel orbs immediately going wide when he saw Calum crawl up to his head with no underwear on and also hard. He was going to look away again and close his eyes once more but to Ashton's utter shock, the maori boy climbed right onto his chest, one leg on either side of him. His dick was hanging right into Ashton's face, the boy going cross eyed as he looked at it, his mouth dropping open as wide as his eyes.

"Can you", Calum seemed to hesitate, carefully stroking a loose curl out of the drummer's face, "um, suck it for me?"

Ashton blinked at him wordlessly for a few seconds, hardly noticing the groan Michael let out from somewhere behind Calum. Luke's thumb flicked over his slit and caused him to moan quietly and he decided okay he was going to do this.

With unsurely flickering eyes, switching between Calum's face and his dick, he slowly opened his mouth wider, lifting his head a little towards it.

Calum understood and bent forward so that Ashton laid his head back on the floor and let the back of his head be softly craddled by one of Calum's hands, the other wrapping itself around his dick and slowly feeding the pink swollen tip to the drummer.

"Shit", Calum whispered at the wet feeling of a mouth enveloping his dick. He let Ashton adjust to the strange feeling for a few moments, before he got his hips closer to his face, Ashton ending up with half of his friends' length in his mouth.

"Fuck, he looks so-", Michael stopped the words to groan and Ashton hadn't even noticed him crawling up next to him, now naked just like everyone else. He looked up at him with big glassy eyes, his mouth full of dick and Michael couldn't help but groan again.

"Fucking shit, you look - so hot, Ash, you don't even know", he rambled, starting to stroke himself and simultaniously wrapping the other hand around Luke who was right next to him.

The youngest's fingers tightened around Ashton in response, which then caused Ashton to suck in his breath, lips closing tightly around Calum's dick and Calum groaned. Long and loud and with a "goddamn, do that again".

So Ashton did. He had no idea how to give a blowjob, but he just tried out what he thought he was supposed to do and what girls had done to him before and it seemed to work.

At some point, when he was sure Michael and Luke were about to start kissing, Calum started to move his hips back and forth, using Ashton's mouth and Ashton let him.

He let his eyes slip shut, a few tears slipping past his eyelashes at the action and released a sound that was meant to tell Calum he could keep going. Whether the bassist understood that or not, he did it anyway.

"Shit, that's so- yea", he groaned, hips picking up force and starting to slowly but deeply fuck into the other boys' mouth.

Michael and Luke stopped their actions to watch, Ashton only noticing that because of the hand around his dick suddenly disappearing. And maybe Michael's vocalization of how hot he looked with 'his throat stuffed full of cock'.

He blinked his eyes open again, meeting Luke's that were staring right back at him, Michael's focused on his lips and Calum's dick instead.

Luke reached out and wiped another tear from his cheek, his hand then continuing to go into his hair and softly massaging his scalp.

"You're doing so good, Ash", he mumbled reassuringly, "so good, look so pretty like this"

Ashton tried to nod, but choked on Calum and Luke giggled slightly, while the other two moaned loudly. Ashton loved how fond and caring Luke was being with him.

"I kinda want his ass, guys", Michael mumbled, at the same time reaching out and grabbing a handful of one of Ashton's pecks to squeeze.

Ashton let out a whimper, lips tightening around Calum and no one, not even Calum himself, was prepared when he seized up and started jolting and suddenly coming down Ashton's throat.

"Oh my - sorry, sorry", Calum scrambled off the other boy when he began choking and coughing heavily, him and Luke cradling his head and lifting it up slightly to help Ashton sort his breath out again. A bit of spit was dribbling down the corners of Ashton's mouth and Luke wiped it away with his thumb when Ashton was just heavily breathing, his flushed chest rising and falling rapidly, big teary eyes looking up at Calum.

"That...salty", he said and Calum laughed.

The only one not seeming bothered by his friend choking on his other friend's cum was Michael.

Ashton had forgotten about the boy, too focused on not dying from being too stupid to swallow. His presence was burned back into his mind, though, when there were hands gripping his thighs and slung over shoulders and then his butt was lifted a few inches into the air.

Ashton squeaked unmanly and thudded back down to the floor with his upper body, reflexively gripping for Luke's and Calum's thighs on either side of him to hold on to something.

Hands were groping at his ass, grabbing at the flesh of it and Ashton could only stare down at the colored hair of Michael's head and gasp when his cheeks were pulled apart harshly and he felt a blow of air right on his most sensitive area.

He blushed furiously, looking to Luke as if seeking help but not knowing what he wanted help for. The youngest one noticed the eyes on him and bent down to kiss his nose sweetly.

"Relax, Ash", he mumbled to him, hand sliding on to his chest and fingers stroking over one of his nipples softly, "Mike's just gonna eat your cute little ass"

Ashton's mouth dropped open at the contrast of Luke's sweet actions to his filthy words. The other boy just grinned back at him, knowing exactly what effect his words had on the drummer and pinching the nipple under his fingers.

Ashton's head hit the floor with a thud when he felt the first wet stripe over his hole.

He could feel Michael's face inbetween his spread cheeks, his slight scruff rubbing against them and his wet tongue continuously running itself over his sensitive rim. It licked fat stripes through his whole crack, up to where his balls where which he kissed softly, then back down and then he circled the hole with his tongue.

It was like Michael was a panther on a hunt and Ashton's ass was his prey and he was circling around it until he would jump to catch it. And he did.

"Aaaaah", Ashton gasped, when Michael pushed the pointed tip of his tongue into him.

Ashton threw his head from side to side, squirming and trashing under the guitarists' hold. He had never been eaten out by anyone, never had someone else touch him there at all and the feeling of a tongue repeatedly thrusting into him, slicking him up, was overwhelming.

His back arched off the floor with a loud whine when he felt one of Michael's fingers suddenly pushing at his entrance. His tongue was now licking around his rim again, leaving the opening free for the finger to push in.

Ashton's legs twitched where they were still hanging off Mike's shoulders when he pushed the finger all the way in in one slow motion.

"He hasn't even found your prostate yet, baby" Calum said next to Ashton, amused but amazed at the same time. His hand came up to softly stroke over his chest that was starting to get sweaty.

Soon, two more fingers were pushing into him, and finally Michael pressed them up to press against his prostate.

"Mmmh - I - aaaah", he gasped, face pressing into Luke's hand that put itself on the side of his face.

Michael started thrusting them in and out of the drummer, pressing up against his prostate with every thrust in and Ashton's chest started lifting off the floor as if he was spasming with the rhytmic thrusts.

"It's okay, Ash, you're okay", Luke mumbled next to him, smiling sweetly when Ashton opener his teary eyes to look at him. His mouth was open against Luke's hand, gasping into it, unable to close it.

His hand stroked over his cheek for a few more moments, then he couldn't seem to handle just watching anymore and grumbled: "I think that's enough Mike, I want him now"

Ashton turned to look up at him with wide eyes, mouth still agape as he watched him crawl away to get into Michael's place between his legs.

Michael took Luke's previous position, getting comfortable kneeling, then wrapping a hand around his dick to slowly stroke it.

A slick sound came from Ashton's right side and when he turned his face to Calum, he saw the maori one stroking precum down his own dick, making it glisten all over.

All the while, Luke had gotten a condom from somehwere and lube and now he was putting the items on his dick.

So many dicks. And all hard just for the drummer laying spread out on the floor. Ashton looked around at them all, eyes wide with wonder, confusion, he was unable to grasp what was going on, but also so turned on. They all wanted him. Just like he wanted them.

"You ready, Ash?", Luke asked carefully, massaging one of his wide thighs to let him know everything was okay.

Ashton gulped, then, after taking a shaky breath, nodded his head. Not a second later, he let it hit the floor again, the feeling of the warm and slick tip nudging at his opened hole overwhelming him. And it wasn't just any dick, it was Luke's. One of his best friends.

And his other two best friends were both masturbating not even a feet away from him. If Michael were to come right now, it would probably stripe Ashton's chest and shoulder.

And Ashton kind of wanted that. But there was no time to keep thinking about it, because a dick was breaching his hole and slowly pushing in. Luke's hands grabbed onto Ashton's thighs, lifting them to wrap them around his waist and Ashton gasped, actually forgetting how to breathe for a second, when it made Luke be able to push in deeper.

He bent down to kiss the drummer's nose once again, knowing Ashton needed the reassurance, time to calm down and the knowledge that Luke wouldn't suddenly start mindlessly pounding into him.

It caused said boy to smile lightly, dimples appearing in his cheeks, and Luke's one dimple in one of his cheeks then appearing as well as he smiled back. It was impossible to not smile back at this boy.

"God, how can you look so innocent when you're full of dick, Ash?", Michael went and ruined the moment.

"Right?", Calum added, one hand wrapped around his dick now, too.

While Ashton was distracted for a moment, Luke used that to slowly pull out and back in. Ashton's mouth dropped open for the fourth or maybe it was the fifth time tonight.

It didn't last long. Luke was stuttering after two minutes of thrusting, almost drowning out Ashton's constant whines and moans with his own sounds and the way Ashton's thighs clenched around Luke's waist showed that he was getting pretty close, too.

Michael was furiously rubbing his hand up and down his leaking dick, Calum was taking his time but he couldn't hide his gasps.

What made Luke and Calum fall over the edge at almost exactly the same time was Michael.

Michael screwing his eyes shut, hand speeding up further, dick starting to twitch and then he was cumming on the floor. Mostly.

Two thin white streaks hit Ashton across the face, striping his cheek. The drummer let out the most high pitched sound of the night, almost a squeak and perhaps it was because he hadn't been expecting that.

"Fuck", Calum groaned at seeing Ashton not only be fucked on the floor, while two more people were masturbating right next to him but also freaking getting the cum shot on his face. It was so dirty, but too hot to handle.

Luke seemed to think the same, stumbling over his moans, senseless words, a few "Ash"s mixed in, and he was cumming, too.

Ashton's back arched as he felt the dick inside him twitch, he didn't know that he would be able to feel that but he did, he felt how Luke was spurting into the condom and due to Calum's groan he was simultaniously watching the maori boy cum all over his hand.

And all for him. He had just made three boys come, his three best friends.

He loved it.

His body seemed to agree - Ashton wasn't able to connect his brain with his body anymore or maybe he just forgot how to think - as it started spasming, hole clenching and unclenching around Luke who was still gently thrusting inside him, wanting to make Ashton cum with his dick.

"Lu - aaah! I - hmm aaaaah", he gasped, then he was shooting out strings of cum himself. He felt hands gently grabbing his shoulders, wrapping around his waist and onto his thighs halfways through it, making him feel grounded as he lived out his orgasm.

His eyes were heavy, closing by themselves when his penis stopped twitching, having wrung out all the cum that he had.

"We should..."

"Yea..."

"Alright, guys,..."

He only heard half their murmured sentences, not even caring that he was still lying completely naked and covered in cum on the floor.

He also didn't open them when he felt himself being lifted up, he only hid his face in the warm chest in a weak attempt of hiding from his friends again, but being too tired to really be embarrassed now.

When he opened them again a few minutes later, he found himself in Michael's king sized bed, all three of his bandmates snuggled around him, building a big cuddling mess.

Calum was already snoring and Mike's eyes were closed, too. Luke's blue ones, though, blinked at him when he turned to look to his left. A lazy but comforting, once again reassuring smile was on his face and Ashton relaxed fully into the mess of arms around him, falling asleep naked but not the least bit scared or embarrassed about it.

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yaaaaay, finally finished this one! i've been writing on this for almost a month and i'm sick rn but i really wanted to finish it today!