Calum twists on the balls of her feet, stepping onto her toes and arching her back slightly. She glanced over her shoulder and into the mirror, admiring her ass and thighs in the tight black skirt.

"I do have quite a nice butt, don't I?" She hums quietly.

"'Course you do, baby girl," Ashton replies smoothly. He's sitting in Calum's bed, against the headboard, with his legs outstretched and crossed at the ankle. He leans to the side to get a better look, so Calum twists again to show him. Her ass is pretty nice.

Ashton nods in approval. "Very nice ass," he agrees. "Nicest ass around."

Calum shrugs and steps to the end of the bed to dig around the yellow forever 21 bag next to Ashton's feet. "Luke's got a pretty nice ass."

Ashton rolls his eyes. "Luke's got nothing on you, princess." Calum flushes and ducks her head down to hide her smile, digging through the bag for something else to try on.

She finds a pretty white jumpsuit with the sides cut out and an orange and white striped crop top. She shoves the top on first, considering she'd been bare chested previous, tugging the hem down to the middle of her ribs, just a few centimeters above her navel. Ashton's eyes follow the action, then widen at the sight.

"What the hell is that?" He points. Calum glances down and instantly wraps her fingers around the lower part of the shiny new piercing, blushing from her cheeks to her chest. She fiddles with the metal in her belly button, twisting it carefully and then moving it from top to bottom.

"It's a piercing," she deadpans. Ashton sighs in exasperation, so she clarifies a little. "Me and Mikey went and got it a few days ago. I thought it was cute."

Ashton eyes the tiny bar suspiciously, then sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and shrugs. "It it, I suppose. I just wish you would have told me."

"Didn't think it was a pressing matter," Calum explains. She grabs the waist of her skirt and starts tugging it down, shimmying her thin hips to get the tight fabric off. She has to grab the back of her panties and tug to keep them up. When the skirt's off, she folds it once or twice and sets it on the edge of the bed, then steps into the jumpsuit. That's easier to get on, considering it's not skin tight, and the straps clip over her shoulders easily.

"Are those overalls?" Ashton asks curiously.

"You bought it, you should know," Calum rolls her eyes and turns to face the mirror again. "It's a jumpsuit, technically. But I guess it can be overalls, if you want." She turns to admire herself in the mirror again, making sure the outfit fits well enough. She's kind of worried how Ashton knew what size she was in everything.

She digs through the bag again and pulls out another skirt, similar to at least three that she already has. She furrows her eyebrows, because Ashton knows she's got three exactly like this already, and pulls the tag between her fingers and thumb.

"Is this for you?" She asks, glancing up at Ashton with a tiny smirk.

Ashton flicks his eyes over the fabric curiously. "No, that one's for Michael, I think. Why?"

"It's your size," Calum says simply. "I'm a 26, you're a 30." Which isn't completely true, because Ashton doesn't have a size in traditionally female clothing. Calum's just assuming, based on the clothes she's stolen, and the ring of muscle Ashton's managed to build up around his waist. She looks between Ashton's annoyed face and the skirt, then tosses it at him. "You'll look cute in it. Try it on."

Ashton scrunches up his nose in distaste. "I honestly bought it for Mikey, he said he wanted one to wear out of spite, but he didn't want to go buy it. We're just the same size, is all."

It's a believable story, really. Michael has been holed up in his room all day, playing video games with a blanket around his shoulders. Last Calum had seen, Luke was sat between his legs, eating chips and watching the screen like he cared what Michael's little character was doing. Michael had included Luke in the blanket wrap easily, wrapping his arms around Luke's waist so the controller was in his lap and Michael's chin was on his shoulder. Calum had asked if they needed anything, and Luke had just smiled sweetly and shook his head.

But, still, Calum thinks Ashton should but on the shirt. Even if it is supposedly Michael's. Ashton's handing the black skirt in his lap, watching Calum patiently.

"Put it on," she says again. "Defy gender roles, Ash, put it on."

"I don't have the body for it," Ashton protests. Calum reaches forward and slips her fingers into the leg of Ashton's sweatpants. He's warm, squirming away from her cold fingers, even though she's got a solid grip on his calf by now. His legs are hairy and tense with muscle.

"I'll shave them for you, if you want," she offers. "I'm all for feminism and keeping your legs hairy, but I'm also all for keeping your legs smooth, if that's what you choose."

Ashton still looks skeptical, but at least he's stopped fighting Calum's death grip on his leg. All it really takes is a pout from Calum and he's agreeing, a little reluctantly if anything. Calum drags him out of bed and into a standing position with his back facing the wall.

She unbuckles Ashton's belt quickly, not even bothering to take it out from the loops before she's unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down his legs. He's got on bright pink boxers, and flushes when Calum giggles at him.

"Shut up they were the only clean ones left," he mumbles. Calum continues smiling as she drops to her knees and pulls Ashton's jeans off his ankles. There's a bit of struggling, considering they're so tight, where Ashton's fingers lace tightly into her hair and tug to stay upright. Eventually the pants pop off and Ashton kicks them away while Calum admired his legs.

She tries to imagine Ashton, the epitome of boyish and male, wearing a skirt over his muscles. She runs her fingers over his thighs and calves slowly, smiling as goosebumps skitter across his skin and his knees shift once or twice. Ashton looks happy and content with her touches, but she's pretty sure Michael would already hard and ready to fuck her into the mattress at this point. Luke would probably be whining and writhing, barely able to hold himself up.

Maybe that's why she likes spending so much time with Ashton; there's no sex involved. There's no sexual attraction when it comes to Ashton, which means she doesn't have to worry about making herself fully presentable. She doesn't have to worry about whether her dicks going to get in the way of if she'll be pretty enough for him. Ashton doesn't care.

She smiles gently up at him and presses a kiss to the middle of his thigh. "Do you want them shaved?"

Ashton shrugs in response, fingers still wrapped in Calum's hair. "How long will it take?"

"I've got all day," Calum responds. It's easy to get Ashton on the bathroom counter, leaning against the wall and watching Calum in the mirror next to him. His legs are stretched out in front of him, long and hairy, making Calum tsk to herself.

She wets Ashton's left calf down with cold water, making him flinch a bit and whine. "Why is it so cold?"

"It opens your pores," Calum explains, grabbing the bottle of conditioner. "Makes the hair a little bit longer and easier to rip out."

"Michael's going to be mad if he sees you using his conditioner, you know that shits expensive," Ashton mumbles. Calum shrugs and pours a bit of the white conditioner on her palm, then rubs her hands together.

"We don't have any shaving cream," she explains, leaning forward to massage the lather onto Ashton's still wet leg. "Sometimes soap burns, so I usually use conditioner." Ashton hums quietly in response.

Once she's finished covering Ashton's leg, she unwraps a pink razor that has Ashton's nose scrunching up. Calum ignores him and presses the blades to Ashton's knee, then pulls it down to his ankle, clearing a path a clean, smooth skin.

"Oh," Ashton mumbles. "That didn't hurt. At all."

Calum giggles and nods. "Told you."

They make small talk while Calum finishes his legs, making sure to get behind the knees where she always misses. Once she's finished, she has Ashton tug down his boxers, after a small dispute and Calum pouting, leaving him in only a ripped up t shirt.

"Skirts don't look good with boxers," she explains. "Even Luke knows that."

Ashton huffs and covers himself the best he can with his hands, making Calum roll her eyes. She helps him pull the black skirt up his legs, snapping the waistband at the bottom of his ribs and making him yelp. Next, she pulls off his shirt, despite his mumbled protests and whines. Calum admires the way the skirt fits him, running through various outfits in her head, then smiles triumphantly.

"Wait here, okay?" She says, pulling him into the bedroom again. "Luke's stuff will probably fit you better than mine." Ashton groans again, so Calum pushes him lightly, walking close to his chest until he falls onto the bed. The skirt fans out around his thighs and hips, making Calum's breath hitch. She leans forward, keeping her arms on either side of Ashton's face, and lowers herself down until her lips press against the bottom of Ashton's jaw gently.

"You look really good in that," she whispers, then pushes back against the mattress to stand up again.

Ashton eyes her suspiciously, then says, "Bitch, I know."

Calum rolls her eyes and turns away to go off in search of Luke and Ashton's shared room again. It's directly across the hall of their small, temporary apartment in Sydney, just an excuse for Calum to get of her house and away from her mother. Michael didn't want to deal with Calum's mom constantly checking on them with narrowed eyes, and Ashton wasn't too keen on leaving her alone, anymore.

The door is cracked, so Calum pushes right in and finds Michael and Luke in the same position as before. Luke's perched in Michael's lap, with Michael's arms around his waist and his hands gripping the video game controller in front of him. Luke's holding a bag of chips now, so Calum steals one and says, "I'm borrowing a shirt and some underwear, Lukey."

"I'm bigger than you," Luke points out. "Chest-wise, anyway. It probably won't fit."

"It's for Ashton," Calum explains. She turns to dig through Luke's closet in an attempt to find the crop top she's looking for. Michael forcefully punches the pause button and whips his head to Calum, making Luke jump in surprise, dropping the chip that was almost to his mouth.

"Sorry, did you say Ashton? Is wearing one of Luke's shirts?" He echoes, eyes widening.

Calum shrugs. "Yeah, he said he bought you a skirt, so I made him try it on-"

"Wait, you mean Ashton's wearing a skirt right now?" Michael seems breathless at just the thought, leaning closer to hook his chin over Luke's shoulder.

Calum nods and starts digging through Luke's dresser drawers until he finds some nice looking panties. Michael groans out loud at the sight of them. "Stop being gross," Calum demands.

"But Ashton is in a skirt," he groans. Luke giggles and turns his head so Michael can press a kiss to his throat easily. "This is my dream. All three of you in skirts."

Calum rolls her eyes and digs through another drawer for the crop top she's looking for. As she's searching, she explains the outfit to Luke, who hums and nods happily. Calum's pretty sure Luke's demeanor is partially due to Michael's lips against his throat and Michael's hand dipping into his sweatpants to get a grip on his bare thigh.

"You can borrow my tattoo choker," Luke offers. "That'd match. And the vans, maybe some red lipstick?" Calum nods and pulls out the shirt finally, holding it in the air triumphantly. By the time she's turned back towards the bed, Luke's on his back against the mattress, with Michael settled between his legs, gently tugging on Luke's sweatpants.

Calum rolls her eyes again and ducks into the en suite bathroom to look for Luke's choker and lipstick. When she comes out with everything in her arms, Michael's leaving open mouthed kisses along Luke's collarbones, making the younger boy arch up into him and claw at his back.

"Christ, wait until I leave!" Calum scoffs. Luke moans in response.

Calum hurried out after that, grimacing and shaking her head. She makes sure their door is shut, then ducks back into her room and slams that door as well. Ashton raises his eyebrows curiously so Calum says, "Maybe we should put on some music?"

"Why?" Ashton's still laying on his back on the bed, but now his phone is in his hands.

"Luke and Michael are probably going to start fucking," she scrunches up her nose and lays all of Luke's stuff onto the end of the bed. Ashton mimics the expression and connects his phone to the speaker next to Calum's bed. Uma Thurman by Fall Out Boy starts playing loudly, making Calum sigh in relief.

"I thought you were screwing around with Michael?" Ashton tosses his phone aside and sits up to survey Calum's findings.

"I think we've got some polyamorous thing going on," Calum explains, tossing the top to Ashton. "I don't know, I just know Luke tastes like oranges and Michael eats ass, and I'm not willing to give either up."

Ashton lets out a sudden laugh, giggling at the statement with pink cheeks. Calum smiles at him fondly, helping him tug on the crop top that ends just above the black skirt. Once that's tight around his chest and shoulders, she throws him the shoes and slips the choker over his head while he ties his vans.

"Open your mouth and purse your lips," Calum orders, twisting the lipstick tube. Ashton obliged easily, so Calum starts applying the lipstick. The song switches to I Can Lift A Car by Walk The Moon.

"I don't even own this song," Ashton furrows his eyebrows in confusion when Calum pulls the lipstick away.

"I added it to your spotify," Calum covers the dark red tube and smiles. "You're welcome." She rubs at his lips a little, making Ashton grunt and pull his head back, but Calum just follows his mouth. Finally, she grabs Ashton's hands and pulls him up from the bed, then stands him in front of the mirror.

Calum was right, he does look good in the skirt. It flowers around his waist and stops around mid thigh, swooshing over his little butt delicately. The crop top is made for flat chested girls, do it fits him well enough. The sides are cut out to show more of his golden skin. His legs are long and tanned and smooth, Calum kind of wants to kiss them and touch them, just to make sure they're real.

It's a good outfit, overall, Calum's pretty proud of herself.

"Wow, I've got great legs," Ashton says. Calum giggles and nods in agreement. "I really didn't know they were this great, look at them."

Calum looks at them. "They're incredible, babe."

"Hey, just because I'm in a skirt, doesn't mean you get to call me babe," Ashton protests almost instantly. He turns to face Calum, eyes practically flashing with excitement. "Only I get to call you cute pet names."

"That doesn't seem fair, babe," she grins, pressing closer to Ashton. He ducks down and presses a chaste kiss to her mouth, then pulls back and smiles at her. Calum opens her mouth again, only to realize she has nothing to say. She kisses Ashton again, instead.

Ashton pulls away first and mumbles, "Add me."

"To what?" Calum's lips taste like lipstick when she licks them. It sends shivers down her spine.

"Your poly thing, add me," Ashton clarifies. "I want to be part of it, whatever it is you're doing. I know there's a lot in not going to want to do, because you're almost completely physical with the other two, but I still want to be part of it. I- I really love you guys, I do."

Calum doesn't even have to consider it. "Yeah, alright."

((HA OKAY creds for the idea go to @queersos super nice super cool I love it omg

Question: who's your fav of 5sos??

Answer: it's unbelievable how far up Michael's ass I am.

-Mel))