Sweater Weather
By; honeyandtea on ao3
Summary:
Calum hates Michael wearing his other band members clothes but his own so he punishes the small boy for it.
Notes:
This was inspired by the song Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood
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Work Text:
Michael is a very kinky person, but not as kinky as Calum is. God only know what surprises Calum holds inside the bedroom. Michael is a needy fucker that needs attention basically 24 hours a day but Calum doesn't mind.
It's Friday afternoon and Michael and Calum our home alone together. Calum's setting on their king size bed reading a book while Michael plays video games in only his laced underwear and a oversized hoodie, which he stole from Ashton closet but Calum doesn't need to know that.
Calum hears Michael grunt, looking up from his book he sees Michael frustrated with the zombie game Calum got him for his birthday which he's become obsessed with. Calum shakes his head before continue reading in his book.
He feels the bed squeak as he glances over to find Michael cuddling up against him. He doesn't need this right now, Cal thinks. He hears Michael whimper, big eyes pouting in need to have Calum's attention.
"Mikey stop." Calum says sternly only to have Michael huff crossing his arms over his chest before rolling over. Calum rolls his eyes at the boy looking down at his sweater that pulled up reviling his bright pink lace panties.
Calum squirms in his position, uncomfortable feeling his dick twitch. Did Michael seriously have to do this right now? Calum thinks.
Just seeing the boy with white knee socks on pink panties has Calum sweating. A tag is what catches Calum's eyes. A big A written across on it making Calum rase his eyebrow knowing Calum has gotten his kitten many, many sweat shirt but not this one. No, pink on Michael makes Calum go crazy so he never has once bought him a pink sweater and now it's hit him. It's Ashton's sweater. Why is Michael wearing one of Ashton's sweaters? Oh this surly does start to make Calum mad.
Michael knows not to wear his other band mates clothing. Knowing Calum hates the fact that it's someone else and not his, especially with Ashton's. Calum's caught Michael with his stuff on before but ignored it as he sent him warners and smacked his pale ass a few times but guessing he's not a very good listener...
Calum puts his bookmark on the page in his book before tossing it on the dresser beside him. He slides over to where Michael is seeing him scrolling around on his Instagram page liking pictures of half naked men. Are you fucking kidding?
Calum snatches the phone right from Michaels hands before throwing it across the room, not so nicely either.
"What the fuck Calum?" Michael shouts, eyes furrowed at the boy.
"What the fuck Calum?, Calum mimics back. "I should be saying what the fuck Michael. Liking pictures of half naked boys online and wearing other people clothes without my permission. What game are you trying to play here-" Oh hell no, Calum sees red. Even before Calum finishes Michael went a head and rolled his eyes shrugging before turning back around on the bed facing away from him. That's rude and fucking disrespectful in Calum's eyes.
Calum roughly grabs Michaels shoulder, pushing him down on his back before climbing on top of him. Calum nose faring in anger as Michael yelps in surprise.
"Ignore me baby?" Calum whispers in Michaels ear. Calum grabs a hold of the back of Michael's thighs pushing him forward as Calum puts his arms on each side of Michaels wears, behind his head. Michaels eyes widen heart beating with excitement. This is exactly what he wanted. Calum and him barley played since they've gotten back in the studio. He only wants to feel Calum, in anyway possible.
