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[7th of November - Hamburg]

"Holy fuck, just like that!" Calum whimpered, slapping a hand over his mouth at the last minute.

Ashton sunk deeper, taking the last of Calum's cock into his mouth before coming back up and swirling his tongue around the head like a fucking porn star. He started working the base with one hand and gently massaging his balls with the other. 

Calum let his fingers thread into Ashton's hair, his head lolling back and his eyes falling closed. He felt the others hand leave his balls and place it on the back of his thigh as he increased his pace. Ashton sucked cock like it was his favourite hobby, Calum couldn't figure out if he was the luckiest man alive or the stupidest but either way he was too blissed out to think about it. 

Somehow he'd ended up back in the same position he swore he'd never be in, in the first place. Ashton was hot, and older, and super talented it was easy to get drawn to him. That was the only excuse he could really come up with while Ashton's mouth was around him.

A knock as if someone had bumped the thin wall with their shoulder and footsteps stopped Ashton's rhythm. His jaw slackening slightly, but not pulling off. Calum's head snapped up, and he saw Ashton eyeing him as they waited for another sound, there was none, so Ashton started moving again.

Calum let out a soft moan at the sudden pace change, "we shouldn't be doing this, I'm going to get my band in so much trouble if we get caught," he let out in between breathy gasps. 

Ashton seemed to ignore him creating a firmer seal on his cock, bobbing quickly. The insides of his cheeks creating an exquisite pillowy sensation against him and his mouth became maddeningly moist as Calum started to meet him halfway with small hip movements, unable to help himself.

"Holy shi- I'm coming, fuck, fuck," Calum hunched over slightly as he came down the back of Ashton's throat, his legs weakening slightly, unable to believe he felt this blissed out from a blowjob. 

Ashton pulled off and swallowed, wiping his mouth with the tips of his fingers, "Why do you worry so much? Everyone else knows Nia and Angus are up to something, at least we're trying to keep this on the down-low. And you've been killing it on the bass, you deserve a reward for all your hard work," Ashton gave him a playful eyebrow quirk before standing up, brushing his knees needlessly. 

He tucked Calum's now flaccid cock back in his underwear and zipped his pants up carefully. His hands lingering on the top of them before leaning up and pecking his lips, Calum pressed into him, letting his mouth come open and tasting his own bitterness on Ashton's tongue. He reached a hand down between them trying to work the other's pants undone, but Ashton pulled back, placing a hand on Calum's to stop him. 

"I get so turned on watching you play, I want you to suck my cock after the show," Ashton smirked, "Okay, let's sneak out of here," He walked the short distance to the door and turned back to Calum, "You wait here for a while, then come out when the coast is clear," he gave the other's arse a small squeeze before slipping out and closing the door quickly behind him. 

His nerves were heightened again, what if they got caught? What would Michael and Luke think of him? And his own band? He'd really be fucking them over. Ashton and he were just in the same orbit at the moment, surely he could last another two weeks without getting caught. Then he'd probably never see Ashton again. They'd record their first album and go out on a small tour of their own, surely that wouldn't be fucked up if they got caught? Right?

He let out a sigh, he really needed to get better at sticking to his decisions. 

Again, he heard footsteps outside. The people were mid-conversation but for some reason stopped in the hall, they were close enough to the door that he knew he couldn't slip past them. They were however far enough away that Calum had to move closer to hear them speak. 

The first person spoke, "He said he'll be back whenever he feels better, he doesn't know when that'll be though," It was Nia, either that or one of the crew had her exact voice and bored tone. 

"Hmmm, I guess you can't really make yourself get better can you?" That one was Angel.

"He must be pretty sick though, I've only gotten like two texts from him,"

They must have been talking about Angus, he wondered if Nia had actually told Angel they were hooking up? Surely not, she would have told him. Then again maybe they weren't as close as he thought. 

"Cal seems like he's having a good time, I'm so jealous but it's good for him. We have to write more stuff with bass so he has something to play. I feel bad, we're just not used to having a full-time bass player," 

There was a sigh, "It's been nearly a year, clearly I was right, we don't need a bass player," 

"Ugh Nia, it's so obvious you don't like him, he can tell and we do need him, he's a member of our band," 

"I'd rather split a paycheck four ways than five," 

"Nia! Someone's going to hear you. He's not some sort of threat okay? Stop being a bitch and chill out, he's our friend," 

"Whatever he's just using us as a means to an end," 

"I'm not having this argument again, I'll see you at soundcheck," and then he heard retreating footsteps. 

"I'll see you at soundcheck," Nia mocked before he heard her footsteps disappear too. 

That conversation took an abrupted turn. It wasn't anything new, Calum thought with an eye-roll. Nia was always passive-aggressive toward him and Angel was always slightly apologetic, so it made sense. He didn't hear anymore movement and chanced a look into the hall, no one. He took the opportunity to leave and made himself busy for the rest of the afternoon, feeling dirty about keeping secrets and overhearing private conversations.