out of the entire band, michael slept with more girls than the others. he loved sex and he craved sex, he practically lived for sex. the only thing he loved more, and barely more, was his band and the boys in it.
he had sex with many girls, too many to count over the past few years. he loved it, and as bad as it sounded, it was one of his favorite parts of the journey.
but he couldn't get one thought out of his head.
fucking boys.
each time the thought crossed his mind, the thought of calum popped into his head. he had seen calum kiss a few boys before when he was wasted at a club, and had watched both calum and random men disappear into the bathroom together on more than one occasion.
he could see the fatigue written across calum's face when he returned, and sometimes his pants would be unbuttoned or unzipped from the hurry to return, hoping his disappearance would have been unnoticed.
calum had a nice ass which he had seen many times before, and michael never failed to get pissed off thinking of how random boys got to fuck calum before he got the chance to.
he would wank off to the thought of calum and how nice his ass would look bent over a table, red from michael's hand being roughly brought down across the skin when he spanked him; the thought of him screaming michael's name. better yet, screaming daddy.
he wanted calum. he wanted him in the most unromantic way, or so he thought, and he was going to get him no matter what he had to do.
after all, any hole is a goal, and calum will be his favorite score.
but what happens when things take a turn he didn't expect?
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any hole's a goal • malum || on hold
Fanfictionany hole's a goal to michael, and calum would be the perfect score. on hold for a while
