Do More Good (5sos ot4)

Chapter 10

Ashton was seriously considering breaking the speed limit.

    He wanted to get home as fast as possible so he could spend time with his boyfriends. He'd picked up half a shift that day doing admissions because they were getting so many new patients. The admissions nurse was there to take report, get the patient settled when they arrived, ask the admission questions, and then hand patient care off to another nurse. Ashton didn't mind doing that, it was different because he wasn't actually taking care of people, he just got them settled and into the system. It was different, but not in a bad way.

    Ashton tried to help out as much as possible when needed, because the better he looked in the eyes of his employers, the more likely people would be to think he was a Good Person and overlook some things that might not add up. He tried to make sure everyone liked him, or at the very least ignored him. Either worked well.

    Now though, he was on his way back home, and he couldn't wait to change out of his clothes and snuggle on the couch with Luke. He'd been texting the man all day, demanding movies and popcorn and kisses when he got home.

    Ashton parked his car in the driveway, too excited to notice the new car parked in front of their home.

    "Babe, Munchkin, I'm home!" He called, knowing the TV was loud and they probably couldn't hear him anyway. "I'm going to change and I'll be right there,"

    Without waiting for a reply, he ran up the stairs, long legs skipping the occasional step as he bound up there. He threw his scrubs off, grabbing a baby wipe from the bathroom and washed himself up quickly. When he did just admissions, he wasn't really touching patients or doing much with them, besides sitting nearby and filling things out on the computer. He didn't find it necessary to shower, especially not when he was looking forward to sitting down and doing nothing for the rest of the evening.

    With a happy smile, he threw sweats and one of Michael's sweaters on. Sometimes he wore Michael's clothes, just because they smelled like him, and it made Mike happy to see him like that. Luke was much thinner than the other two, so he could wear their clothes, but he got upset if Ashton tried to wear his things and stretched them out with his broad shoulders.

    He raced downstairs, making it to the den in record time, only to stop short at the scene he came across.

    Michael was sitting in his recliner in the corner, eyes glued to the screen and a bowl of popcorn abandoned on the table beside him.

    On the couch, Luke sat in the corner seat where he always was, but usually he was lying across the couch, or lying on Ashton.

    Instead, Calum Fucking Hood was lying in Ashton's place with his head in Luke's lap, eyes fluttering closed as Luke absentmindedly played with his curls.

    That was Ashton's job. Usually Luke was laid across the sofa like that, and Ashton would lull him to sleep by playing with his hair. A surge of jealousy washed over him and he cleared his throat, only one person's eyes darting over in shock.

    "A-A-Ashton," Calum stuttered, moving to sit up. Michael smirked as he watched Ashton, knowing immediately what he was feeling. Luke was still looking at the TV, ignoring him.

    "What's going on," he growled, voice lower than normal. Calum paled.

    "W-we were—"

    "It's okay, Cal, no one's doing anything wrong," Luke soothed, allowing the dark haired man to sit up. He'd wanted him to stay, but with Ashton's unnerving presence, he understood why the boy would want to move. It had taken Luke ages to get Calum comfortable enough with him, and if he wasn't happy to see Ashton, he might be annoyed with the fact that he made Calum move. He'd been comfortable.