5sos smut :: boyxboy

stop the world ' cause i wanna get off with you ✧malum✧

Credit: lucasfletcher

Cite: AO3

Michael is ready to pull out all of his hair. (He loves it too much to do that, though, so maybe just like, his chest hair or something.) In other words, he's stressed and his schedule is failing and, wow, is it really half past two in the morning already? He was supposed to take a quick shower and then write the reports, but of course something had to fuck up, because it's him and nothing ever goes as planned.

He just likes schedules, okay? He likes following the things he planned out for the day. And now there's an uneasy feeling settling into his stomach when he thinks about how he isn't going get enough of sleep and his boss will probably eat him when he doesn't turn in his work. (She's pretty nice, actually. It's just, he's never forgotten to do his assignments a he's worried, so. She probably won't mind, at least he hopes.)

When he tried to turn on the shower, something went wrong with his faucet and he had to google how to repair it and then spent two hours fucking around with screwdrivers and other stuff he doesn't even own, so he had to improvise and now it isn't working and he's going to have to wash his hair in the freaking kitchen sink and, yeah. So it's half past two and he's standing in the middle of his room and doesn't know what to do.

In the end he climbs into his bed and grabs for his phone.

To: Calum

im feeling terrible cheer me up

and by that i mean send me a dick pic

It's definitely not weird he's still texting his one night stand. Not like you can blame him, Calum was like, the best lay he's had in months and not to talk about his body, because damn that tanned, dark haired boy was something. Michael doesn't even know how they exchanged numbers, but he couldn't stop thinking about how perfect his cock was, so he texted him. And he meant it as a joke at first, but Calum sent him a picture anyway and it stopped being funny after that. Not that he asks for nudes frequently, it's just when it's... an emergency. Like right now.

He receives the photo not long after that. Calum's holding himself half-hard in his hand and you can see the muscles of his stomach and how his T-shirt is rolled up on his chest. He imagines Calum jerking off just for the sake of the photo and Michael. And fuck if that doesn't do things to him.

To: Calum

ur cock is so pretty, have i ever told u that ?

From: Calum

once or twice

He closes his eyes. Breathes out. Then he slowly inches his hand into his pants, the image of Calum burning in his brain. With a few experienced flicks of his wrist he comes, probably embarrassingly quickly to the memory of the other boy's moans. Calum's name dies on his lips.

From: Calum

did u get off ??

Michael sends him a photo of his own hand streaked with jizz.

...

Freak out, because his alarm's already ringing. Check. Wash his hair in the sink, check. Almost shit his pants as he walks to the company's building, check. He's pretty good at this planning thing, it seems. Michael just hopes his boss won't even mention that he had to email her the reports.

And he kind of likes his job, because, frankly, getting an opportunity to work for a huge insurance company at 21 is a pretty big deal. (His dad is definitely not a head of another department and definitely did not get Michael this job.) But he's also quite good at it, usually. Sometimes it just can get exhausting.