Labels [lashton/malum]

Chapter 4: Calum

Warnings: sexual content

Edited May 2021

"Yes! Yes cal! Ugh!" Calum rolled his eyes, gritting his teeth and shoving his hips down faster, chasing his high. When he fell over the edge, his mouth fell open and for a moment everything fell away. His brain stopped spinning and his body tingled with vibrations and pulses of pleasure. All he could feel in that moment was bliss, his spine tingling with pleasure, his stomach warm, his thighs shaking.

Then it crashed and fell away.

The girl's nails dig into his back uncomfortably, her voice too loud and high pitched in his ear as she clenched around him, making him wince as the pleasure turned to sensitivity. She finished with a screech and a particularly nasty swipe of her nails on his shoulder blades.

Calum pushed off of her the second she took her hands off of him. He got up, allowing the empty feeling to sink back into his stomach as he slipped his pants back on.

"You could stay," she said, though her voice wasn't as vulnerable or needy as the words might suggest.

"Nah," he didn't offer any excuse because he didn't have one and he didn't have the energy to make one up for her benefit. He slipped his shirt on, shoved his feet into his shoes, hooked his sunglasses over his ears, and left. He passed her older sister on the way, sending her wink over the rim of his sunglasses.

It was finally sunny outside, the dull overcast of clouds gone. Calum jumped into his car and drove away without a glance back. The emptiness was swarming inside of him now that the pleasure was gone. With a slightly shaky hand he wiggled a cigarette out of the carton in his cup holder. He put the stick between his lips and sucked in when he held the flame of the lighter to it. He inhaled deeply, allowing the smoke to crowd his lungs, then exhaled smoothly. It took three or four drags before his mind became foggy with the nicotine.

A text made his phone light up and he glanced at it carefully.

Blonde from Greg's party: parents aren't home, come over?

Calum tossed his phone down. It clattered as it landed in the cup holder beside the pack of cigarettes. Something twisted inside of him, something shameful and guilty, something coming from somewhere deep in his chest.

Something else coming from his head ached to get to that lovely weightless place where he was aware of nothing but the pleasure and fuzziness coursing through him.

Calum: send me the address