guilty pleasure
By: orphan_account on ao3
Summary:
based of that interview where the guys were talking ab their guilty pleasures aka calum is gay bye
Notes:
i know calum isnt gay ok buT YOU KNOW THERES A TINY BIT GAY IN THAT BOY
Work Text:
"well that was-"
"interesting."
luke bursts a laugh, then the rest of the band erupts into giggles.
"did we seriously talk about masturbating in an interview?" michael chuckled as they all tumbled over each other as they entered the van.
calum blushed as they brought the topic back up. he mightve went a little too far when he said, "i like my fingers up my ass." even though he was obviously joking.
obviously.
"calum likes butt stuff," luke wiggled his eyebrows. calum could feel the burning heat radiating off of his cheeks.
"i was joking," he nudged him, playing it off like it was nothing.
thats all they talked about the whole way back to the hotel, calum staying quiet and just laughing at the other boys.
xx
it was a long day, seemed like years before they could finally get settled into their hotel rooms.
unfortunately, calum had to share a room with michael. the person whos been teasing him all day about that stupid fingers up his ass thing. shouldnt he have been past it by now?
both him and michael were already in their beds, michael scrolling on his phone with music playing while calum lays there. he lays on his back, thinking about how when michael fell asleep, he could slip off his boxers and have his legs spread out with his fingers between them right there.
"whatcha thinking about over there?"
calum jumped, completely forgetting michael was in the room.
"hmm?"
"thinking about butt stuff?"
he groaned and rolled over onto his stomach, "shut up michael."
michael laughs loudly, he loves teasing calum.
"its literally everywhere. the fans love it."
calum rolled back over with a grimaced face, "they love me saying that i like my fingers up my ass?"
"so you do like it?"
"what? no! it was a joke."
"i call bullshit."
"shut the fuck up. please."
michael smirked, "but not for real look at these comments about it."
calum catches michaels phone as it was being tossed to him.
'calum can not be straight.'
'i think what calum means to say is that he likes michaels fingers up his ass.'
"oh my god," he blushes mad.
"malum is real," michael wiggles his eyebrows and goes to get his phone back from calum, but then decides to stay over there.
"people actually think we fuck," calum covers his face and shakes his head.
michael smirked, letting his eyes take a quick scan down calums body. they sat in silence for a little longer when michael spoke quietly.
"do you really like it?"
calum uncovered his face, "what?"
"you know," michaels eyes darted downwards, "up your ass?"
calums lips parted and he let his hands fall on his chest.
