broken pieces 》 muke/cashton

seven

Both Luke and Michael were awoken by someone constantly ringing the doorbell, causing Ace to growl and bark in anger. Luke covered his ears with his pillow in hopes that it would stop while Michael groaned and sleepily stood up. "Who the fuck is that?" Luke angrily said as the doorbell went off again.

"I don't know," Michael said, stomping up the basement stairs. Every time the doorbell rang, Michael's head would simultaneously pound at him, his weariness getting the best of him.

Michael angrily swung the door open when he got upstairs, surprised that his mother hadn't gotten there first. He found Ashton standing on his front porch, about to ring the bell for the hundredth time. "Ashton? What the fuck are you doing here this early?"

"Early? Mikey, it's nearly midday. Have you not gotten any of my texts?" Ashton asked, "I've been trying to get to you since last night."

"No, I didn't really check my phone at all, why?" Michael said, letting Ashton in and shutting the door behind him.

"Well, last night, while we were at that party thing, I had a few drinks with Calum-"

"Let me guess, you guys made out?" Michael asked, able to read Ashton's face like a book.

"Yes, but that's not it."

"Not it?"

"No, I think we had sex," Ashton said.

"You had sex?" Michael exclaimed, appalled at the unexpected words.

"Shh," Ashton whispered. "What if your mother wakes up?"

"I don't really care. You had sex with Calum and that's all that I can care about right now," Michael paused for a moment to process it all. "How? Why?"

"Well, we had a few drinks and we were more or less alone on a balcony. We could see the whole city- it was beautiful," Ashton said, making Michael think about his (sexless) night with Luke on the hill. "Anyways, so caught up in the moment, we kissed. He was the one who initiated it- not that it really matters to anyone but me- and the kiss turned into a make out, and next thing I knew, I was smashing into him in a bathroom stall."

Michael cringed as he tried to avoid the image of his best friend having sex with Calum. "Ew, Ash, I didn't ask for the mental image."

"Sorry. He was pretty good at it though- sex," Ashton said. "He lets out these whimpers which is so fucking cute but also kinda hot."

"So, are you two like, a thing now?" Michael asked.

"No, I just very much enjoyed last night. But never again," Ashton said sternly, his face, however, saying otherwise- to say the least, Michael wouldn't be surprised if Ashton came to him a few days later saying that he'd had sex with Calum again. "So how was your night?"

"It was alright. Luke's pretty good at FiFa," Michael said, not wanting to talk about the kiss because he knew that Ashton wasn't exactly the best at keeping things discrete in front of people that Michael liked.

"Oh no, he didn't beat you, did he?" Ashton asked, face full of worry, making Michael chuckle in response.

"No, obviously. But he was close," Michael said. "He's actually downstairs. I think he's awake, after your bombardment of doorbell ringing I think the whole neighbourhood is awake."

"Sorry, I was just a tad bit excited."

"Tad bit?"

"Look, it's not everyday that I can tell you that I fucked Calum Hood okay?" Ashton said.

"Jeez, okay, calm down. Quit thinking about him," Michael said.

"How do you know that I'm thinking about him?"