Pretty Boys // cashton + muke \\

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Chapter 34 (edited May 2021)

Calum shifted closer to Ashton, his back and head leaning against the man's chest as he ran his fingers through Luke's hair. Luke was in the same position as Calum was, but his head and back were leaning against Calum's chest. They were all laid on Ashton's bed, the oldest man's back against a small mountain of pillows.

"What if it's not his? He'll be devastated," Luke wondered out loud as he gently tossed his phone in the air, catching it when it came down. Calum gently scratched at Luke's scalp, trying to tame his racing thoughts. Ashton was behind Calum, rubbing his hands along the boy's thighs, innocently kissing his neck.

"Then you'll make him feel better. It's gonna be okay, honey. I'll bake you guys brownies whether they're sympathy brownies or congratulatory brownies," Calum assured. Luke sighed, checking his phone again to see if Michael had sent him a message. Luke groaned when he saw nothing, dropping his phone onto his stomach.

"When are you two gonna have kids? Wait- have you even fucked yet?" Luke wondered, earning a slap to
the arm by Calum.

"Lucas Robert Hemmings" Calum scolded, his cheeks heating up. Ashton chuckled, gently running his hand from Calum's knee, down to his hip.

"No, we have not had sex yet and we won't until my baby is one thousand percent sure that he is ready," Ashton said, gently kissing Calum's neck, moving the blue button up that the boy stole from his closet.

"You're a good guy, Mister Irwin. You two are going to make beautiful, smart children one day," Luke said.

"Yes we are," Ashton agreed, gently gripping Calum's chin and turning the boys head. He pressed their lips together, lingering for a few seconds before pulling away. Calum blushed furiously, turning his head back as he smiled to himself.

"Ugh! Where's Michael?" Luke whined, turning on his side so his cheek was laying on Calum's thigh.

"The appointment started only twenty minutes ago Luke. Go take a shower, or go swimming or something," Ashton suggested. Luke popped up, turning to Calum.

"That's a great idea, Ashton! Cal, come swimming with me," Luke smiled, grabbing Calum's hand and attempting to pull him up. .

"What? No!" Calum giggled, hugging Ashton's thigh as Luke pulled on his ankle.

"Come swimming with me you little shit!" Luke yelled. Ashton rolled his eyes, smiling fondly as he pried Calum's arms from his leg.

"Trader!" Calum shouted as Luke managed to pull him off of the bed.

"Get changed and meet me outside," Luke demanded, slapping Calum's ass before leaving the room. Calum rolled his eyes as he walked over to Ashton's closet and started rummaging around for a bathing suit. Ashton placed his arms behind his head, staring as Calum bent down.

"I can feel you staring at my ass," Calum said. Ashton blushed, sitting up and planting his elbows on his knees.

"I can't help it, you have a great ass," Ashton defended. Calum rolled his eyes as he finally found his bikini, a simple black one. He tossed the bathing suit onto Ashton's bed and started unbuttoning his shirt. Ashton sighed adoringly and a bit turned on as Calum slipped the shirt off. The boy held his bikini top to his chest as he looked up at Ashton, smiling innocently.