Pretty Boys // cashton + muke \\

35

Chapter 35 (edited May 2021)

Warnings: flashbacks of nonconsensual/forceful  touching and implications of rape

He couldn't do it.

Calum sat at the kitchen table with a hot cup of tea in his hand, the other held up to his mouth as he chewed on his finger nail.  His mind was racing and buzzing, temples throbbing.

Calum whined in pleasure as Ashton grounded his hips into. He sucked and nipped at Calum's neck, one hand planted firmly on the boy's hip, the other holding himself up above him. The only thing separating their skin was Calum's panties and Ashton's boxers. Calum's heart was racing and he couldn't tell if it was from the pleasure of the anxiety. He kept his eyes squeezed shut, his body squirming under Ashton's.

His mind and body was screaming that this wasn't right, that even though Ashton could possibly be the one he'd spend the rest of his life with, it just wasn't right. He was hard in his panties but his stomach was twisting with pain and confusion. 

"You're so beautiful," Ashton whispered softly, hooking his fingers in the sides of Calum's panties. The boy squeezed his eyes tighter as Ashton started to slid his panties off, his mind completely left him as a tear streamed down his cheek.

"I'm sorry, I- I can't- I can't do this" Calum's voice was rushed slightly as he shoved Ashton's off of him and stood up, wrapping a sheet around his mostly naked body. Ashton stood up, hands up, face open and soft.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Ashton asked, gently placing his hand on Calum's elbow. The boy let out a small, pained noise as he backed away. Ashton stayed back as Calum clutched the sheet tighter around himself.

"I can't, I thought, I, I thought," A small sob left Calum's lips as he shook his head. Ashton shushed the boy, trying to get closer.

"It's okay, baby. We don't have to, we can get dressed and go to sleep," Ashton assured. Calum shook his head, weakly shuffling back.

"I, I think I'm going to go shower downstairs and sleep on the couch," Calum said before rushing out of the room. Ashton sighed, running his hands over his face as he collapsed down on the side of the bed.

Calum blinked down at his tea. He was overwhelmed, and terrified about what was going to happen when Ashton came downstairs. Calum sipped slowly on his tea as he stared down at the floor.

That night single handedly ruined his life. Only ten minutes, ten measly minutes to completely ruin him.

Calum wedged his way up the stairs, getting bumped into by drunk teenagers who smelled of cigarettes and alcohol. The boy huffed as he finally stumbled into the upstairs hallway.

"Luke!" He called, trying to raise his voice over the terribly loud music. He walked further down the hall, biting the inside of his lip as he searched every corner for his blonde friend.

"Luke!" Calum called again.

"Hey Cal," A voice called. Calum sighed in relief as he turned around, hoping to find his best friend. His small smile faltered however when he came face to face with a boy who went by the name of Marcus.