Michael just wanted to know why the fuck Ashton had to be an omega. Also why the fuck he had to have his first heat on the damn stage.
"You alright?" Calum breathed in his ear, obviously not having been affected by the scent of Ashton's heat yet.
Michael tuned out Luke speaking and wrapped an arm around Calum's waist, pulling him into his side, "Ashton's in heat," he murmured, his lips bumping up against Calum's ear.
Calum stiffened, "Fuck," he cursed.
Michael nodded, though a small smirk spread across his face, his thumb going to tap against the mark on Calum's neck from when they mated, "Can't wait for you to smell it," he whispered, his tone downright filthy. "God, imagine how it would affect you. You'd be down on your knees begging for me to fuck you."
Calum shuddered, exhaling shakily, "F-fuck Mikey, don't do that," he weakly said, his eyes several shades darker.
Michael's sinful mouth curved up in a half-smile, his hand teasingly trailing down Calum's back to his ass. He gave a dirty wink, stalking back to his mic stand before Calum could retaliate.
For all his teasing though, Michael kept a close eye on Calum throughout the show, protectively standing near him so no one could touch him. He could see it when Calum smelled Ashton's heat, but he could see that the younger boy was controlling it as best he could. He was worried about Luke being so close to Michael's omega, but he relaxed (slightly) once he realised Luke's sights were set on Ashton.
The second that Michael could get Calum off stage, he did, carefully ushering him away from the crowd who could take the younger boy from him. It was all going great until Luke pushed Ashton against the wall, making the eldest boy's scent that much stronger, and therefore making it affect Michael that much harder.
"Calm," Calum whispered to him, allowing Michael to wrap around him and bite at his throat, keeping himself calm with the delicious scent of his omega. "Focus on me Mikey, just focus on me."
"Not that hard when you smell like this," Michael muttered, curving a hand to Calum's lower back and burying his face in the crook of his neck.
In his peripheral vision, Luke stepped away from Ashton, protectively standing in front of him. The younger's eyes met Michael's, a flash of anger sparking in his eyes at how affected Michael was. (Hello, he's kind of an alpha with an omega in heat not even two meters from him. Fuck off Luke.)
Michael gave him a look, knowing Luke needed to get Ashton out of there.
Luke took a step forward, obviously hesitant about Ashton's safety. Michael jerked his head towards the outside door. Go! he mouthed, hoping Luke actually fucking listened this time. Before an alpha comes!
Luke relaxed somewhat, pushing Ashton in the direction of the door. Michael followed, keeping his arm tight around Calum, hissing at the glazed over eyes of some of the stage crew.
The rest that happened was just a blur. Michael remembered an alpha trying to get Ashton, and Luke and Michael protecting both omegas from this man's dirty ways. He vaguely remembered that he got the bruises on his knuckles from knocking the disgusting man out, but that was about it.
In the car ride to the hotel, Michael had Calum straddling his lap, their mouths locked in a biting kiss, Michael's hands holding on to Calum's ass as they rocked together.
"Fuck," Calum whimpered, Michael's teeth taking hold of his bottom lip and nipping harshly, soothing away the slight sting with a warm swipe of his tongue.
Michael chuckled, his voice a deep rasp grating in his chest, "That's the plan princess."
Calum half-heartedly slapped his chest, squeaking when Michael pulled him to stand upright, pushing Calum out of the suddenly open car door. He realised, maybe a little stupidly, that they were at the hotel.
