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#92 Frat Party

#92 Frat Party AU

Ashton:

People. So many people all around. Someone stumbles into you, half of their cup of beer splashing on the ground and partially on your shoes, but you don't care. You toss your empty cup into the trash as you make it to the door and push your way through into the cool air outside. You take in a deep breath of cold air, your cheeks burning more now than they did inside where everything was hot and sweaty and loud and simply too much. You lean back against the railing that bonds the porch in as you struggle to catch your breath.

"You alright there, freshman?" The voice is accented, not entirely unusual for your school, and you turn to greet the person who spoke.

"Just my first frat party. That's all," you tell him as he starts to step closer to you. He comes out of the shadows and you recognize him from one of your classes. To say he's out of your league doesn't begin to describe it.

"Never pegged you for a frat party type, love," he chuckles as he leans against the railing next to you and crosses his arms over your chest.

You start to introduce yourself, but he cuts you off, "Yeah, I already know. I'm Ashton, in case you didn't know that. Still didn't answer my question. What are you even doing here? This isn't your scene." You shrug and shove your hands in the pockets of your jacket that you regret wearing.

"I don't know. I'd never been and I figured I'd try it before I wrote it off as 'not my scene,'" you reply.

He nods softly, "And what did you think?"

You laugh and shake your head, "Definitely not my scene."

He laughs with you before asking, "And frat guys? Written them off as well?"

You bite your lip before you shrug, "I guess not necessarily."

He smiles and says, "Good. Then I'm going to walk you back to your dorm and take you out for lunch tomorrow."

Calum:

His hands press into your hips, pulling you back against his chest. You throw an arm back over his neck as your hips sway against him. You know exactly what you're doing to him and so does he. You've done this before, countless times, always with Calum, so you know exactly what to do.

"You're killing me tonight, baby," Calum breathes into your ear before kissing your neck.

"New dress, huh?" He should know. He's taken off practically every single party outfit you own. You hum in affirmation as you lean your head back against his shoulder.

"Your room?" you ask him as he pulls his mouth off your neck. Calum sighs and kisses your mouth lazily. He tastes like beer, whiskey, and Calum and you can't get enough. You can never get enough of him. He pulls away before you're ready for him to do so and you open your mouth to yell at him, but he grabs your hand and pulls you toward the stairs instead. You're a stair behind him all the way to his familiar room. You're here far more often than you should be. The feeling of his sheets against your back and his hands on your bare skin sets you on fire while also making you feel at home. You're head over heels for him, but you know better than to say so, because then you won't even get this and this, whatever this is, is better than nothing. It's worth all the pain. His skin is sweaty against yours as you both come down from your highs. He always takes such good care of you, part of the reason why you always come back even though you know you're being used for sex.

"You're so fucking amazing," Calum breathes into your neck before his lips attach to your skin again.

"Calum, not again," you laugh lazily. "I'm too tired." Calum sighs and gives you a long kiss before collapsing onto his mattress beside you.