Owned- Ot4

twenty-one

Luke

Days had passed before Calum even glanced at his collar again. It felt weird seeing him without it, but i couldn't blame him for wanting a break. Michael had taken it well, too, tucking the collar into the bedside drawers.
  "Hey, Luke," Michael whispered as I walked through our door, and he was still stroking back Calum's dark hair. It was dark out, clouds blocking out any sun as we all prepared for a thunderstorm. Calum was staring out of the window, rubbing the back of his leg and humming a song. "Did you have a good day and behave yourself? Where's Ash?"
  "I behaved I promise," I mumbled, and he nodded with a smile. "Ash got kept back over a low grade, and the new guy keeps trying to touch my ass." a look I didn't recognise crossed Michael's face. it was more than just anger. He got up from where he was, pulling me out of the room and laughing.
"What are you doing?"
"Going over old work," he whispers, and I gasp as he really did start working on hickeys he'd given me before.
"You're jealous." I was trying not to make any obvious noises, but he smirked and nibbled at my sweet spot.
"No im not." his hand grabbed my throat after a minute, and he kissed me hard. I could see Calum peeking around the door, watching intently though he was still upset. "Hi baby," he said, not even turning around.
"I'm just watching..."
"I know, love. I'm done now anyway. Just wanted to remind him of the other day." Calum nodded, trailing his fingers down his own neck and wincing. "I think we could replace those marks with some of our own, Cal. Leave a better memory for you?"
"Just a few." Mikey nodded and smiled, turning around and pulling me with him.
"Just a few it is, love. Tell me where you want them." I watched them for a few minutes, trying to catch what Calum was mumbling but settling on just seeing the sight. "Feel a little better?"
"A bit. Just wanna go back to bed now. I don't know when I'll be able to wear it again." he just nods with a smile, handling it all perfectly. It was always perfectly done. "I don't know why I'm struggling with it."
"It's alright. I don't need or want an explanation, we've been over that."
"Feels like I owe one."
"I know, love. Just let me know when you're ready and we'll talk it out."

   When Ashton got back, all he did was go straight to bed and go to sleep again. It was late when he got back up, and he'd only gotten up because we were getting food.
  "Everything okay?" I whisper, sitting next to him as he pushed the food around his plate.
  "I'm just tired. The teacher got so angry and made me redo the paper. Then I had to start a paper on something else or go to the head of the year. If I don't make ten thousand words by Saturday, I'm apparently going to get in some deep trouble."
  "Ten thousand?"
  "Minimum." I sigh and Michael tilts his head. I could barely stop myself from grinning.
  "What's up?" Ashton repeats himself and sighs, watching Michael's face change.