handjob for the birthday boy. [a Cashton slash blurb]
Warnings: Calum giving a handjob to Ashton on his birthday. boy x boy fic.
Word count: 757
Author’s note: this was written last year for Ashton's birthday for my lovely Jess @daydadahlias but I totally forgot about it. As I'm cleaning up some stuff I found it, so... here it is I guess. :)
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It was fascinating, how perfectly Ashton fit under Calum's chin when they were snuggled up in bed. He was definitely the best little spoon, a teddy bear to hold to your chest as you slept.
Calum was still mostly asleep, his senses slowly picking up everything that were happening around him – the sun on his skin, a light breeze coming from the window, a dog barking in the distance. And at the same time: the warmth of his boyfriend’s body curled into his embrace, the smell of his bodywash mixing with his own, Ashton’s soft sounds as he lightly snored, and the tickle of his curls on his lips. Calum hid his smile in those beautiful, honey gold curls – he loved the feel of them on his skin, under his fingertips, tugging on them slightly when he had Ashton down on his knees.
Such a rare sight, he thought, having Ashton like this. So soft and pliant in his arms, no frowns or grimaces marring his pretty face. He always told Calum how safe he feels with him, and he could tell his boyfriend meant it. His slumber was peaceful, and Calum liked seeing him like this. Another smile pulled at his lips as he recalled what day it was today.
Ashton’s birthday.
His fingers twitched against Ashton’s waist, thumb brushing over his hip as he burrowed against his neck, lips lingering just under his jaw. He kissed the spot only he knew about, the one that made Ashton weak in the knees, and his boyfriend let out the softest, quietest little mewling sound in his sleep, pushing back against Cal. This made the other stifle a giggle, pressing another kiss on the condor on Ashton’s neck, fingertips ghosting over the band of his boxers, palm sliding over the bulge starting to strain against the material.
He curled his other arm around Ashton’s body, slightly pulling him closer to him, his ass pressed against his own hardening cock, making Calum moan a little. His fist closed around Ashton’s dick, moving it up and down a few times before tugging down his shorts, now feeling his hot skin against his own. He squeezed the base, palm sliding up to the tip to gather the precum, spreading it down on his shaft as he slowly started jerking his cock.
“Cal– wha–” Ashton’s sleepy question died on a moan, hips bucking forward into Calum’s fist as his boyfriend picked up the pace, thumb brushing over a sensitive spot under the head of his cock. “Fuck.”
“Handjob for the birthday boy,” Calum whispered against his ear, lips closing around the lobe to nip on it.
“Fuck me,” Ashton groaned, voice breathless, grabbing onto Cal’s arm wrapped around him, and the other laughed, licking a line up his neck.
“I’m planning on that too, don’t you worry.”
Ashton’s body shook as Calum slid his hand lower, giving his balls a squeeze before tightening his hold on his dick again and jerking it, switching it up until he was sure Ash was on edge, panting and cursing, trashing against Calum’s body as he chased his orgasm. He threw his head back and bared his neck to Calum who attached his lips and teeth to the closest spot, sucking it slightly, whispering against his boyfriend’s skin.
“Come on Ash, come for me. Give it to me baby, come on, want you to feel so good. My pretty birthday boy.”
A series of whimpers filled the room when Ashton finally came, his voice hoarse and close to a needy sob while Calum finished him off, hot, sticky cum covering his palm. He petted Ashton’s stomach and chest with his clean hand, tracing kisses against tattoos he could reach as his boyfriend rested against him, still coming off of his high.
“Happy birthday, Ash,” Calum’s voice was soft and full of love, nuzzling his nose against his hair.
“Thank you,” Ashton was still panting, but there was a smile on his face, shy and radiant, only reserved for Calum. “I think you broke me. I could go back to sleep right away.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t count on that,” Calum was already wrestling him down on the bed, hovering above him with a grin. “I’m not yet done with you.”
“No?” Ashton blushed a pretty pink colour, his cock giving a weak jerk against his thigh.
“Hmm, how do you feel about blow jobs?”
“Fuck me, Cal,” Ash groaned, making Calum giggle again, pressing a kiss against his lips.
“Told you, I’m planning on that too.”
