5sos Boyxboy smut (Wattys 2016)

A kiss in the dark- cashton

Written by : whatserusername on ao3

Ashton always figured that if he were to end up with any member of the band it would be Calum. They'd always had a great relationship, even when things were just platonic and now that they were more than friends he wondered what took them so long to get to this point.

They started seeing each other months ago, long before this tour started. It was a lot harder for them to sneak around once touring began, but they made do, sharing hotel rooms and the back room of the tour bus if Luke and Michael were out or already asleep.

The hotel rooms were the best for them, though. They could do whatever they wanted and not worry about being walked in on because they were the only ones with the keys. Not to mention the opportunities for shared showers and watching TV together while making out.

"Calum, move over," Ashton grumbled, pushing his shoulder into Calum's.

"No, actually, I'm good here." Calum gave Ashton a teasing smirk, pushing back and cuddling in closer to Ashton's side.

They were in their shared hotel room, watching TV on the couch in one of their first days off in weeks.

"Don't act like you don't like having me so close, Ash," Calum moved his hand to Ashton's thigh, flexing his fingers over the strong muscles hidden just beneath the blond's basketball shorts.

Ashton laughed, taking Calum's hand and holding it in his larger one, letting his thumb sweep to and fro over the back of it. "You caught me," he sighed, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Don't get snarky," Calum laughed, letting go of Ashton's hand and moving in closer, "you know what that does to me."

A loud laugh rumbled out of Ashton and he swatted Calum back, trying to catch his breath. "Like it's my fault you're such a horndog."

"Well, there's no denying the effect you have on me," Calum shrugged. His eyes moved briefly downward to Ashton's lips before he leaned in, kissing Ashton before he could say anything else.

The kiss was slow and unhurried as hands wandered and seconds ticked by. Eventually Ashton broke the kiss, trying to catch his breath as Calum nipped down the column of his throat.

"Turn up the TV, Calum," Ashton moved his hands into Calum's hair threading his long fingers through the dark strands.

Calum leaned back to turn up the volume as Ashton put his feet up in the couch, laying back with his head against the armrest. He sat up to help Calum take off his shirt, lifting it over the brunet's head and tossing it behind the couch. Calum returned the favor, removing Ashton's shirt and doing away with it.

Ashton traced his fingers over the tattoo on Calum's left collarbone, his eyes trained on the Roman numerals. He let his finger drift down to tease Calum's nipple, laughing at the way Calum shuddered in response.

"So sensitive," Ashton teased, pulling Calum down over top of him.

Calum laughed, rolling his hips into Ashton's. Their cocks rubbed together in a long, slow slide that had them both biting back moans. "That's not the only part of me that's sensitive," Calum joked, thrusting against Ashton again.

Ashton pulled Calum down by the back of his neck, kissing him until he could no longer breathe. "Cal, I—"

"Calum? Ash?"

They both turned toward the door at the sound of Luke's voice outside of their room.

"Shit," Calum swore, leaping off of the couch and running over to his shirt. He put it on as quickly as he could, taking a second to adjust himself in his sweatpants. He turned to see what Ashton was doing, only to find that he was no longer on the couch.