smoke in your lungs
By; orphan_account on ao3
Summary:
"youre stressed again, i know," michael begins, fingers tracing calums collarbone, "wanna help you."
oh, calum knew what was going on now. he shouldve seen it coming honestly, ever since what happened a few weeks ago. he was down with it, though.
he thumbs at michaels hips through the fabric of his shirt, "oh yeah? whatre you gonna do this time?" he teases, pretty much down for anything michael was up to right now.
michael shrugs innocently, now running his finger down to the hair below calums belly button, "anything you want." he flicks his eyes up to calums dark ones that even managed to shine in the nighttime. "tell me what you want, cal, use me. take it out on me. use me to make you feel better."
Notes:
this is unedited oops soz for any fuck ups. i hope this a good enough part two!! if not.. well. sorry fam
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Chapter 2/2
it was yet another stressful week. its the boys day off, and calum just wants to stay in the hotel and sleep—and hopefully never wake up.
"are you sure, cal? theres plenty of bars we can-"
"one hundred percent positive, i just wanna be alone alright?" and with that, the door was being slammed in ashtons face.
calum groans and slides down the door, hugging his knees to his chest as he lays his cheek on one of them. he doesnt know whether he should grab his guitar, write in his journal, or have a cigarette. he'll probably do all to be honest. anything to get his mind off of life.
he grunts as he stands back up, his knees popping from them being bent for too long. he throws off his shirt on his way to the balcony, just after quickly getting his guitar out of its case.
the evening air was warm, the wind blowing just slightly which brings a nice breeze to calums skin. goosebumps rise as he sets his guitar up on his lap, grabbing his pack of cigarettes from the railing from his last smoking session—which was only not even an hour before.
he sticks it between his lips, hovering his hand over it so it would light before dropping his lighter on the ground. he lets the cigarette hang from the corner of his mouth as he begins to pick a soft tune right off the top of his head. he doesnt know what it is, or what it means. his mind too full to think of lyrics to put along with it. he likes the tune though, and hopes he remembers it to show the boys tomorrow.
calum doesn't notice the sky getting darker, the time having gone by quickly. his eyes were closed, which is probably why he didnt notice, and he was eventually dozing off. until his cigarette was being ripped away from his lips.
he jumps atleast ten feet, his guitar almost being thrown off his lap, but his reflexes stopped that.
"what the hell?" he groans, sleepy eyes adjusting to the figure standing in front of him.
"it was about to fall out of your mouth, didnt want you to burn yourself."
michael.
calum rolled his eyes and grabs for the cigarette, but michael had already thrown it off the edge of the balcony.
"fuck you."
"dont worry, you will."
calum didnt have enough time to comprehend what that meant when his guitar was being placed against the window, michael crawling up into his lap to replace it.
"whatcha doin?" calum mumbles, arms immediately going to wrap around michaels waist. michaels smiling like an idiot.
"youre stressed again, i know," michael begins, fingers tracing calums collarbone, "wanna help you."
