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2.8

[11th December - Rochester Hills]

Calum had the sneaking suspicion that Ashton liked to torture him. And not with the enormous feelings Ashton often made him feel. It was the making out and blowjobs in rooms that could so easily be infiltrated by others, that seemed the more frequent and debatably effective form of torture.

Because again they were in an empty room, nothing more than an unlocked door and some luck between them and discovery. Ashton, with his fingers threaded in Calum's hair, cupping his face as they kissed. Calum's hands splayed firm against the older man's back trying to keep him as close as possible, as their lips mashing and their heavy breathing filling the quiet alcove.

Calum was only half enjoying himself though, a terrible fear in the back of his mind that today was the day they were going to get caught. He let their lips separate, "We need to stop" he panted as Ashton's lips ghosted down along his throat, "someone's going to catch us,"

Ashton groaned into his neck, "no one will say anything," he attempted to reconnect their mouths, but Calum pulled away slightly.

"If it's anyone from Rockknot, there's no way they won't say anything; they have no loyalty to us, especially me. At least before it was your band or mine, there was some assurance," Calum tried to explain, as Ashton mouthed at his throat.

He didn't move as he mumbled, "you worry too much,"

"You don't worry enough," Calum groaned, finally letting the older man reconnect their lips.

The awful thoughts still wouldn't leave his mind; he was barely paying attention as they kissed. It's only a matter of time, his brain reasoned with him, maybe he should stop this? Right now he could pull back and say, 'It's over', he wouldn't have to worry about any of this anymore. He'd have a whole new set of problems, but maybe they'd be easier to deal with-

Calum's thoughts were cut short, and he pulled away from Ashton again. He'd heard something; he wasn't sure what. His hand came up automatically to stop any words Ashton night utter.

Then there were footsteps; he was sure they were footsteps, it must have been what he'd heard before, he and Ashton's eyes both grew wide. Calum took one tentative step backward, and then the doorknob started to move. Ashton's hands were on his chest, shoving him behind the hinged side of the door, before he could even think the door swung open.

"Ah, not who I was looking for, but I'm happy to see you all the same," came one of the twins smooth voices.

Calum couldn't see the speaker from behind the door, but he could see Ashton from his spot, his face looked disgruntled but unflustered, nonplussed compared to a moment earlier.

"Oh hey, I'm trying to have a moment to myself, if you don't mind," his tone remained even, and his eyes looked bored.

Calum's heart felt like it was banging in against his ribs as he waited for the response, surely he wouldn't want to disturb the celebrity that was Ashton Irwin. Calum turned to look behind him and saw there were some cubicle walls all lined in a row; he heard the person moving closer and made the quick decision to shuffle himself around to hide behind them.

"Moment to yourself, that's what we're calling it now?" the other person asked, their tone dripping with innuendo, Calum could hear them closing the door, and he wondered if they'd left. "c'mon, I can see your hard through your pants," where was he going with this?

"And?" Ashton asked, keeping his tone neutral still.

The person chuckled, "I know you couldn't keep your eyes off Munir at Ashley's new year's party, he doesn't play for your team, but I do," Calum's mouth had dropped open in complete disbelief, it must have been Zahair, was he really doing this?