A Change In The Weather (Malum mpreg)

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a/n: there may be smut in this and there may not idk

And then I'm lost. Im lost in a deep green sea where the grass grows a type of length that's unimaginable to even the most opened minded of people. A place of such beauty and wonder that not even the most dangerous of things become real.

A place where waterfalls occupy a luscious blue, the best shade of blue I could ever imagine and animals roam freely, just as they were meant to and humans were not in existance. The music we treasure so much morphed into the songs of crickets, the chirps of birds, and the sounds of the whales in the deep blue ocean.

Why must the world in which I exist be worth not even half of the peace that this green paradise has to offer? Aside from Ruby my life is a blur, a city of black and white in which I must escape. There is nothing left for me on this dull piece of rock, that may or may not be floating somewhere in the wonders of outer space.

But what if Earth isnt floating? What if all of the scientific theories and research are wrong? Perhaps this planet is merely attached on a string that God, or whoever else may be up there, himself controls. We are all puppets, we cannot control our own actions or thoughts as someone does for us. Let me tell you, I just want to be free, I want to cut my strings and fly away from such a hateful and judgemental planet and soar to the moon.

I would contain not a worry in my mind as I mindlessly float around the stars, but perhaps I become lonely. What then? Do I float around all alone until I, myself, stumble upon intelligent life? What then? Perhaps they do not occupy my same tongue, or try to gobble me up like all those monsters that hid under my bed when I was a kid. Then there's also the possibility of an occupance, but who would be willing to fill such a position?

It's not even a thought in my mind that it could be Luke, who I was under the influence of him being my best friend, and Ashton doesn't seem as if he'd fit the profile, but perchance Michael would adore my companionship to our escape of the inside world. I can only muster a smidgen of hope that if he could, he would run away with me.

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"Calum?" Michael whispers, his voice gravelly and rough. His eyes are a bright shade of green that seem to glow like the Cheshire Cat from Alice In Wonderland in the dark. Suddenly I realize where the deep green sea is.

"Yes, Mikey?" I whisper, wanting to avoid the same thing happening to my own vocals, knowing how horrid it must sound.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his eyes still heavily coated in sleep eben though we had both been out of our slumber for an estimated twenty minutes. I nod, hearing the sound of my hair against the pillow as his tongue glides across his pink lips quickly. Thoughts from my memory becoming a jungle mess in my seemingly overactive brain. I feel his eyes still on me, boring into my forehead as my own rest on his features.

His eyes, his chapped lips that are slightly moist from his tongue darting over them so many times.

My legs shift to an awkward angle, in desperate attempt to cover myself since his tongue poking out of his lips doesn't help my friend down below.

His eyes dart to my shifting legs, he doesn't seem to think much of it as my cheeks start to glow. I avoid all possible eye contact, but all my thoughts muster up is the image of his tongue over his lips, then they begin to drift of his tongue on my lips and on my tongue, massaging together- I have to bite my tongue to stop myself from moaning. My teeth piercing through the flesh and the taste of crimson is in my mouth.

Despite my struggles, I continue to admire the boy in which I am currently having a love affair with. I take in this dark hair that looks so fuzzy and adorable when it has nothing in it to control where it's going. The almost invisible freckles and moles that scatter his face and neck are one of my favorite blemishes on him, they suite him.

I suddenly feel a soft pressure on my lips and snap back into focus when I notice the familiar touch of his lips on my own.

I respond almost too eagerly, knowing that the problem in my pants is not going to magically go away. Especially when his lips are on my neck, teeth grazing my flushed skin. I feel an sharp intake of breath when he suddenly nips at my skin, he suddenly pulls back a few centimeters so I feel his hot breath on my flustered flesh. He bites down once more, this time more roughly earning a small yelp to escape my lips.

I feel his lips upturn to a smirk as his lips suck lightly on that specific spot for a mesely 5 seconds before they reattach on a spot relatively close to the first one and does the same thing over and over until I'm sure there's six or seven hickeys aligned with my neck and collar bones.

He's now positioned on top of me, his body hovering dangerously close, but far away enough to keep me frustrated and flustered.

"Mikey." I whine under my breath as his lips hover over my naked skin so close to making contact. He pulls away abruptly and roughly tugs my shirt over my head and tossing it to the side. I feel his greedy eyes scan over my torso and he licks his lips, again, and lets his lips brush my stomach and chest. I squirm under his frustrating touch, my eyes almost watering from the lack of contact for the amount of need my body has built up inside. "Michael." my voice is sharp, almost sounding as if I were angry as he hooks his fingers in the belt loops of the jeans I hadn't bothered to change out the night before. He continues like he didn't hear me and tugs my jeans down as my hands fist the hem of his shirt. The amount of sexual frustration that's being held up inside me should not be healthy. 

I let out a huff of annoyance and pull the shirt off his body in a rough manner and fling it across thr room. "Do something." I gasp, my voice coming out raw with desire. He seems to read my mind because my pants are no longer on my legs and they're exposed to the cool air. There's an obvious buldge in my boxers and I feel goosebumps when his fingers ghost over my hip bones. "M-Mikey." I moan out as he begins palming me.

a/n: I suck at smut so im leaving it there bye and sorry for such a shit chapter but
and I kind of cut it off abruptly and didn't address what happened at the end of last one but oh well deal with it bye
i hope you enjoy it and shit.