Pretty Boys // cashton + muke \\

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Chapter 2 (edited May 2021)

Chapter Warnings: toxic relationships; slut shaming; daddy kink

Calum yawned for the fifth time since he entered the building, stifling it behind his hand. The boy had been sitting in the lobby, waiting for Luke for at least half an hour. He hadn't gotten much sleep and the Advil for his headache hasn't kicked in just yet. Calum's typical positively had been watered down throughout the day, all he wanted now was to get Luke and go home, but the woman at the front desk wouldn't let him call for Luke and her voice had a disgusted annoyance to it, her eyes assessing his outfit with a sneer.

Calum didn't get that many people so outwardly judgmental to his lifestyle, and to have one today of all days left him feeling defeated. So, he sat down, ever the polite people pleaser, and waited for Luke to come down.

A kid at the daycare he worked at spilled grape juice on his favorite white tee shirt so he had to go the rest of the day taking care of the children with a partially purple shirt. Three parents were late that day so he has to write three separate notes that they don't tolerate tardiness, handwritten because the computers were down of course, and there was no coffee in the break room so Calum was unhappy and tired. The universe wasn't giving him a break.

"Calum?" A deep voice called out. The boy looked up, his eyes widening when they landed upon a familiar curly headed man. Unlike at the library, he was dressed in a crisp, clean black suit and his shoulders and jaw were set.

Calum stood up from his chair, trying not to blush as Ashton and another man with dyed black hair approached him. Calum had met Ashton two weeks ago, and the boy has been all but waiting by the phone for a call that never came. He thought the man had forgotten about him, or maybe found someone else, but here he was, standing in front of the man again.

"Hello," Calum greeted, dipping his head down a bit. The man next to Ashton looked annoyed as he waited rather impatiently beside the curly haired man, tapping his foot and unnecessarily checking his watch.

"Hey, um, what are you doing here?" Ashton asked.

"Stalking you" the other man muttered. Calum flushed an embarrassed red, realizing that the man was right to make the assumption.

"My friend works here. I'm just here picking him up," Calum explained, rocking on the heels of his feet as he willed the ground to open up and take him.

"Wait, is this the guy you've been too much of a pussy to call?" The red haired man asked. It was Ashton's turn to blush as he harshly nudged the man's side.

"Michael, this is Calum. Calum this is Michael, a colleague and a close friend," Ashton introduced with a gesture of his hand.

"It's nice to meet you," Calum politely smiled.

"Calum! Hey, sorry I'm late. Yvonne was being a bitch again," Luke loudly approached, his heels clicking  against the grey linoleum floor. The blonde stepped beside Calum, resting his arm on the tan boy's shoulder. A smirk found Luke's lips as his eyes settled upon Michael.

"Mr. Clifford. What a wonderful coincidence," Luke smiled with faux innocence. The man rolled his eyes, rubbing a hand over his face.

"You have a crush on the boy who is best friends with this?" Michael asked Ashton, gesturing to Luke when saying 'this'. Luke scoffed, reaching out to grip Michaels tie. The man rolled his eyes as Luke stepped closer to him, faking a pout.