1D & 5sos One Shots

I Want You Entirely [Cashton]

IM SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING ZIAM BUT I FOUND THIS POEM ON TUMBLR AND I WAS LIKE CASHTON SO WHOEVER WROTE THIS POEM CREDS TO YOU IM USING IT FOR A ONE SHOT

-ASHTYYYNNNN

I Want You, Entirely [Cashton]~

i want to know how many scars you have

Calum buried his face into Ashton's neck, deeply inhaling the scent of the boyfriend who could only be described as wonderful or beautiful. His hands acted with a mind of their own, skimming down Ashton's chest and across his waist, then back up to his shoulders. His fingertips trailed down the long length of his arms, gliding over his wrists, what Ashton might call ugly and scarred, but Calum might name them flawless and beautiful. His thumbs traced over the jagged lines, secretly hoping his touch would heal the closed wounds. Calum felt the older boy pull him closer on the bed, cuddling tighter against his chest. His fingers on his right hand acted as legs, walking their way up and down his arm.

Calum felt Ashton's warm, steady breaths coming out in short little puffs. He began pressing light, gentle kisses against Ashton's smooth skin, pecking and sucking at the warmth beneath his lips. Ashton's fingers twirled in the dark roots of his hair and tugged lightly, a familiar surge running through his veins. 

Calum's lips found their way to Ashton's, tracing the back of his neck with his fingers and playing with his curls on the back of his head. He felt Ashton's minty breath against his lips, breathing in his boyfriend. At this moment, Calum could only describe him as warm. His warm fingers threaded through his hair, his warm breath on his skin, his warm feet rubbing against his leg. 

and memorize the shape of your tongue

The two boys began kissing. The first kisses were feather light and innocent. Just pressing at each other's velvety lips, chaste and careful. Ashton kept his hands placed softly behind his neck and on his smooth, bare back. He allowed the younger boy to pull him in closer with his fingers still laced through his honey colored hair that could use a cut. Calum's kissed Ashton with more vigor this time, savoring the taste of his lover on his lips. He felt Ashton's tongue brush across his lips and on the roof of his mouth. If he was standing, his knees would be going weak, and he wouldn't be able to hold himself up. But he was laying in Ashton's bed in the tour bus, the two of them hidden by the curtains hung above them. 

Calum's bottom lip was sucked into Ashton's mouth, being nibbled on by the older boy. He would never be used to this-- kissing his most favorite person to walk the entire Earth. He loved the way Ashton always kissed him. His lips never failed to make him feel loved. Every time he kissed him, whether it was a peck on the lips before he got out of bed to put clothes on and make a pot of coffee, or a deep kiss while he was making love to him-- he always pressed his lips to Calum's with passion. Never a wimpy one without anything behind it, but he was always there to give Calum what he needed.

i want to climb the curve of your lower back

Calum's fingers brushed over every inch of Ashton as he was being kissed. Across his shoulders, down his chest, around his hips, and towards his back. If it wasn't creepy, Calum would touch Ashton as much as he could. He loved the older boy's body more than anything. He loved his smooth, tan skin and the strong muscles beneath it. He loved the way his knuckles were rougher than the rest of his silky hands. He loved the way his thumb stuck out much like a hitch hiker's, even if the curlier haired boy hated it. His defined cheekbones, his broad shoulders, his long fingers, his light trail of hair at the bottom of his tummy-- he loved it all. His body was so beautiful and Calum often found himself not being able to stop looking. 

and count your vertebrae

Calum ran his hands all over the body he would never be able to get enough of, eventually resting his hands on his biceps defined from years of drumming. Ashton's lips were pressed to his forehead for a good five seconds before giving his lips a quick kiss. 

Calum would never be able to sit still around the beautiful boy he called his boyfriend, reaching around to trace his hands down his spine. His fingertips slid down the bumps and ridges on his bare back and in between the crevices of his shoulder blades. 

your ribs

Ashton had always been skinny whether he believed it or not. His ribs were visible through his skin, yet he was eating healthily-- Calum made sure of that. Below his ribs sitting at his waist were tens of hundreds of scars. Calum was more than 100% positive he had kissed each one more than enough times, but his touch wasn't enough to make Ashton's self inflicted hatred disappear. He remembered the day he found them and asking why on his stomach, and Ashton replying with something along the lines of, "Why would I do it where you can see it?"

Calum would never forget the day Ashton cried into his arms for hours, repeating over and over how he hated himself and how badly he wanted to die. He'd never forget the day he bandaged up his boyfriend's body in Sesame Street bandaids. He'd never forget the day Ashton flushed his razors and made about 500 promises. Calum couldn't live without the older boy, he had to make sure he was going to be okay. 

your fingertips

The younger boy traced Ashton's scars, something he had gotten used to doing. How was someone as perfect as him capable of doing that, capable of thinking that way about himself? 

Ashton distracted him from what he was focused on and began playing with his fingers. He laced his through the spaces between Calum's and kissed each of his knuckles. 

Calum was always in the mood to cuddle, and making his boyfriend feel loved. Whether it was a late night walk around the neighborhood, buying him stupid little things, or breakfast in bed for no purpose at all, Calum found a way to make him feel special. After all, it was only what he deserved. 

your goose bumps

Ashton lightly shivered as Calum pulled him in closer, bumps on his arms raising from the chill of the room and the lack of shirt. Calum snuggled into his body, tracing his chest with his sweater paw. He, for one, was wearing a pair of tight boxers and an overly large sweater, when Ash was simply in a pair of sweatpants. 

Calum kissed along Ashton's prominent collar bone as his boyfriend ran his fingertips across his hip bones and towards his inner thighs. Now both boys had goosebumps, except Calum's weren't from the chilly air. Ashton could give him chills with any touch, any pattern of words, or even just a look on his face. 

i want to chart the topography of your anatomy

Ashton began talking after a while, but Calum just couldn't listen. He was too busy being lost in his eyes. He was focused on the flecks in his irises rather than the words being spoken. He had counted 11 blinks and processed zero words, and had come to the conclusion that he was 100%, completely, madly, and involuntarily in love with him. 

and be fluent in your body language; i want you

"You're my sunshine on a rainy day," Calum said, barely above a whisper, glancing up into his soft, hazel eyes. 

entirely.

"You're my everything,"

~*A/N

Ashtyn wrote this and then I was crying and then she tried to tell me that it "wasn't that good"

nigga bitch

that was beautiful 

I loveyou Ashtyn happy birthday again