Masterpieces {Book 2}

GOLD (part one)

Credit; Lostideas

Summary; Calum finds a beautiful blond boy with shiny blue eyes and sinfull movements that helps him start over again

Basically ash & cal are bartenders,, and Luke and mikey are stripers, and this is v good so far.

Enjoy ;)

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I can tell that money's got you working
got your body so wet
and we're finally here in person

I taste pain
and regret
in your sweat

You've been waiting for me...

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There is something extremely annoying yet utterly familiar about waking up to a hundred-and-fifty-three pound weight of half-naked boy pressing Calum deeper into his mattress. Calum's eyes are halfway open and the side of his face is pressed into his pillow. He feels somewhat serene right now, with the golden early evening light streaming in through the crack of his curtains, and his soft sheets wrapped around him. He's caught in that moment right before actually waking up, when everything is soft and nice and alright.

It lasts for about twenty seconds. Then he remembers that he's miserable.

'You need to wake up.' Ashton's rough I-just-woke-up voice mumbles in his ear. 'Bar's gonna open in three hours.'

'I'll kill you.' Calum's response comes as he closes his eyes again. Maybe if he pressed them shut hard enough he'll seize to exist.

'See you always say that. When are you gonna follow through with what you promise babe?'

'Get off me!'

Calum rolls over and effectively throws Ashton off of his back. He lands next to Calum on his king-size bed, making the matrass bounce. Calum opens his eyes completely now, staring up at his ceiling and trying to remember why the hell he took a bartending job in a strip club in the first place.

Oh right. Unpaid student loans. Life sucks.

'That was rude.' Ashton mumbles, stretching out his limbs and making the most obscene moaning noise in the process.

It's around half past seven in the evening, the "golden hour". Sun is just setting, bathing everything in a soft golden light. It's get-up time for Ashton and Calum. They have to be at the club by sunset to get everything ready for opening at nine. Their sleeping schedule is as fucked up as it could possibly be with them working all night and sleeping all day, but for them it works.

'I'm gonna make you some cereal and then you gotta get up.' Ashton breaks the silence again. He pushes himself from Calum's bed, all wild sandy curls and sun-kissed skin as he walks out of Calum's room in his black boxer briefs.

His roommate is still trying. Calum knows that. And he knows he's a shit friend for not trying harder himself and kind of just letting himself be babied, but it was just so tempting to let it all happen when Ashton tried to help him feel better by bringing him breakfast and letting him sleep in.

All good things come to an end though, and at some point Ashton's approach shifted from babying to dragging Calum out of bed and forcing him to shower and go outside. He refused to admit it but it did help Calum a lot, even though mornings are still difficult.

The sheets are soft and the bed is warm and Calum really doesn't want to get up, cause it's so much easier to stay between the sheets and sulk, but he doesn't have a choice. At least, if he wants to keep his job. Which is, beside Ashton, about the only steady thing in his life right now. He shouldn't fuck it up.