Pretty Boys // cashton + muke \\

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Chapter 29 (edited May 2021)

Luke stirred, his eyes slowly opening as he stretched his arms over his head. A smile slowly found its way to his lips as he turned onto his side and cuddled into the warm blankets that smelled of his boyfriend. Luke smiled at the thought; Michael was finally his.

The blonde rolled out of the bed, hissing then smiling at the soreness in his ass. Luke stood up, struggling to steady the jelly in his legs. He walked over to Michaels closet and pulled out a black shirt, sliding it over his head. It went just below his ass, at most covering his panties. Luke walked out of the room, limping noticeably as he walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Michael was at the counter, talking quietly  to Ashton. The blonde walked up behind Michael and wrapped his arms around the man's waist from behind, resting his head on the man's back.

Michael turned his head, smiling at the soft tuffs of disheveled blonde hair.

"Morning, baby boy," Michael said softly, turning around and pulling Luke to his chest. The blonde smiled, cuddling into the warmth of Michael's chest.

"Morning," Luke whispered, voice scratched.

"Good morning," Ashton cut in, smiling bright and innocent. Luke laughed throatily, pulling away from Michael to look at Ashton.

"Morning Ash, where's Cal?" Luke asked.

"Here," A soft voice said, entering the kitchen. The three other males looked over to where Calum was standing at the counter, shirtless and running his fingers through his messy brown hair. His collarbones and chest were scattered with love bites, some fading, some fresh. The boy rubbed sleepily at his eyes as he walked over to the cabinet and fished out his favorite mint green mug and the navy blue mug Ashton always used.

"I see you two worked everything out," Calum rasped, rubbing at his sleepy eyes again. Luke blushed, burying his face in Michaels bare chest. Michael chuckled, wrapping his arms around Luke's shoulders.

"We still have some stuff to work through. Just because our feelings are out there doesn't mean a lot didn't happen," Michael said, gently running his fingers through Luke's hair, kissing the boys forehead. Luke nodded in agreement, kissing Michaels chest, dreading having to work through their issues. He wanted to live in this content, warm bubble forever, even though he knew he couldn't.

"Well, I'm glad you're finally being honest with each other," Calum said, going to the coffee machine. He filled his and Ashton's mug up, adding a spoon of sugar to his and creamer to both. He handed the navy blue mug to Ashton, receiving a kiss to the cheek.

"Thanks baby," Ashton said, taking a slow sip as Calum slid up onto the counter.

"You're welcome. Did you pick your black suit up from the dry cleaners? You kept forgetting about your grey one last week and they charged you extra," Calum said. Ashton nodded, stepping between Calum's legs and wrapping his arms around the boy's waist.

"I did. I also picked up a few more boxes of that tea you like cause I know we were running out. Did you finish writing your essay?" Ashton asked.

"Thank you, I just used the last bag last night. I haven't yet but I can finish it tonight after dinner, I'll just have to stay up a bit later. if I don't finish it, I'll do it tomorrow after I visit my mom," Calum said with a shrug.