After the stressful day spent with Harry, Calum and Ashton decided that they needed to stay in the next day and spend more time together (that was why Calum was visiting, after all).

And so they had hardly done anything all day. They talked about everything, told stupid jokes, shared soft kisses and confessed feelings for each other every few minutes.

Ashton had been sitting cross-legged in the middle of the freshly made bed with his hands holding firmly to the younger lads hips, and Calum had sat in his lap, hooked his legs around Ashton's waist and laced his fingers through the elders hair.

Calum's phone rested on the bed beside them, because they were supposed to be spending this time taking the pictures for the boys Tumblr, but naturally, Ashton could not resist him, and was placing delicate kisses down his jaw and smiling wickedly when he heard Calum muttering his jumbled thoughts.

In Ashton's defense, Calum was wearing only a sweater, thigh-high socks and his panties. Ashton couldn't help himself, Calum was captivating.

They simply could not get enough of one another.

When Calum could finally form a coherent thought and actually get it past his lips, Ashton hardly payed any attention to it.

"You're distracting me!" The tanned lad squeaked quietly, pulling gently on Ashton's hair.

Ashton didn't respond. His lips stayed attached to Calum's neck.

"Ash!" Calum giggled as the older lad continued leaving sweet kisses on his neck. "Stop distracting me!"

Ashton hummed, letting his teeth graze over Calum's tanned skin. "How am I distracting you, love?"

Calum wiggled around on Ashton's lap, hoping to either start something that was more fun, or get the older lads attention. "You're kissin' me and touchin' me and-"

"Do you really want me to stop?"

Calum closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath as Ashton's hands gently ran over the material of his baby blue sweater, the warmth from his hands seeping through to his skin. And once Ashton's hands were tired of the fabric, they slowly ventured beneath it.

"Answer me, angel. Do you want me to stop?"

"No." He bashfully replied, cheeks flushing pink. "But you said we could take the pictures now, and it's hard when you won't take your hands off of me."

"I thought the whole point was my hands being on you." Ashton mumbled, fingers tracing small, gentle patterns on Calum's stomach and hips.

"Don't touch my stomach." Calum whined, ignoring Ashton's statement. "I'm fat."

Ashton grabbed Calum's chin, forcing their eyes to meet. "You are not fat, Calum Hood."

"I am. And I'm ugly too."

"You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen." Ashton murmured, eyes soft as they stayed locked with Calum's. He left a trail of kisses up the boy's jaw. "It hurts that you don't see it."

"You shouldn't worship me like that."

"Why not?"

"Because it's not true. You're lying to me."

"I'm not."

"You are."

"No." Ashton replied, eyes carefully trailing from Calum's face to his neck, fingers bringing goosebumps with each touch.

Calum sighed and pressed a quick kiss to Ashton's lips. "Just do as I say, okay?"

"Yes sir." Ashton smiled at the boy and pulled him into a tight embrace. Calum wrapped his arms around Ashton's neck, sighing softly. They stayed like this for a few long moments.

"Okay." Calum turned around in Ashton's lap. He grabbed Ashton's arms, pulling them from beneath his shirt. "Put your hands-" He positioned Ashton's hands on his bare thighs. "There."

Ashton shyly intertwined their fingers and rubbed a soothing, though heartbeat increasing pattern on Calum's thighs. "You're so fuckin' pretty."

"Oh, shut up." Calum murmured, a soft blush coating his face.

"No, I mean it. You really are the prettiest thing I've ever laid my eyes on."

"Shush. You're-"

He was cut off by Ashton's lips once more on his neck, now placed gently just beneath the short hairs at the base of his neck but slowly moving forward.

"Hey!" Calum giggled. "What did I just tell you?"

"To do as you say." Ashton murmured against his skin.

"And did I say that you could kiss me?"

"Do you really not want me to?" Ashton countered, genuinely confused by Calum's actions.

"I want you to..." He whispered. "I just like being difficult."

Ashton gently spun the boy around, and Calum's legs hooked around Ashton's hips. Ashton's hands grabbed ahold of the thick thighs encircling his waist. The tanned lad allowed his hands to trail up to Ashton's hair. Tangling his fingers in the curly depths, he locked his chocolate brown eyes with the older lads hazel ones.

"You like being difficult, hm?"

"Yeah."

Ashton smirked. "I realized that."

"What are you gonna do about it?" The Maori lad taunted, smiling cheekily.

Ashton rolled his hips up against Calum's. "What do you want me to do?"

Calum pouted. "I don't know."

The older lad rested their foreheads together, their breaths mingling and heart beats matching. Calum bumped their noses together, refusing to let their lips meet.

Ashton tilted his head and leaned forward in an attempt to capture a kiss, but Calum leaned backwards, stopping him.
A small, triumphant smile rested on Calum's lips. Ashton smirked as his hands slid down to cup Calum's bum.

Calum squeaked, eyes widening as he leaned further into Ashton's touch. Ashton's hands gave a firm squeeze to Calum's bum, coaxing a low whine to fall from the younger lads lips.

"Kiss..." Calum mumbled softly.

Ashton smiled cheekily. "Oh, now you want a kiss?"

"Kiss." Calum repeated, a little louder. "Please."

"I don't know.."

Calum let out an annoyed breath before slamming their lips together, gently pushing Ashton against the bed. Ashton's fingers dug into Calum's smooth thighs, pulling the boy further down against his body.

Calum would most likely always be the bottom, and he was okay with that, but it made him feel superior to be on the top-even just for a little while.

Their kiss wasn't in any way sexual, just pure affection as their lips moved in perfect sync and bodies melted together.

They'd only known each other for a few days in person, and a few months online. Neither of them thought that this would turn into anything.

But what it was turning into frightened them both. Shook them to the core. Facing these feelings would mean many new things for the pair, and neither liked change.

Calum was somewhat content with his job and his dog; it was all he'd ever really needed. Ashton wasn't happy with his job, but it was money, and no one could truly survive without that. Being with Calum made him feel things he hadn't felt in a long time.

Those feelings scared him. So for as long as he could, he'd try to suppress them. He didn't want to hurt Calum, but to keep the boy safe, he couldn't be really open with how he felt.

His mind was chaos. His heart was beating a million miles a minute. He held onto Calum with every fibre of his being, not only craving touch, but security as well.

He couldn't think properly; couldn't form a sane thought. He was going mad. And it was all Calum's fault.

Ashton didn't mind, though. He was going crazy, and he couldn't have cared less. Calum was going to be the death of him. And that only made him happier.

(In the end, they did end up taking a lot of pictures, but those were more intimate, and mostly for themselves to admire later).

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