Submitted by: high_priest
Pairing: Cashton
Rating: NC-17
POV: 3rd Person

Summary: Calum's always been a little like broken glass; sharp, quick witted, so rough around the edges that you'll cut yourself if you get too close. Ashton's not afraid of a little glass.

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""Get your ass moving, Hood!"

Calum could do nothing but groan as he shoved his arms through the sleeves of his leather jacket and pushed his way past his friend who stood almost blocking his doorway. "Don't fuckin' rush me, Hemmings," he said as he grabbed a pack of cigarettes off of the table in the entryway. "You're lucky I'm even coming with you. I have a million other things I could be doing."

"Oh yeah, like what? Enlighten me." The blond continued to pasture his friend as they left their apartment and headed for their motorcycles in the car park. "Because from what I was seeing, you would've sat in your room, burned through half your smokes, probably wanked off and then passed out around 3 AM. How warm am I?"

Calum shot a death glare to the taller lad before climbing onto his Harley. "You'll be cold and dead here in a second if you don't shut up." He revved the engine to life and waited as Luke climbed onto his own bike and started it up before the two of them were pulling away from the car park and toward the city.

Once they reached their destination, a vibrant rave room by the name of 88 Rush, they parked their bikes and headed for the entrance, stopping to greet the bouncer. "How's the scene tonight Mikes," Luke asked, shoving his keys in his coat pocket.

"Same ol' shit different day, Hemmo," he said as he tipped his head to the men in a silent greeting. "Viper's got some new shit upstairs if you wanna go spend some time with her." His tone was suggestive, undertones dripping with lewdness and Calum scoffed gently.

"Last time we got anything from Viper I couldn't eat for a week," Luke said with a roll of his eyes. "If she knew how to get clean shit, I might be interested."

Michael laughed as the two men slithered their way past the entrance and into the familiar neon room. Smoke filled the air, glamming shots were being poured, people were swallowing each other's tongues without a hint of shame and Luke took in a deep inhale. "Home, sweet home," he said as he grabbed the attention of the bartender, who knowingly poured the two of them each a shot of Bacardi.

For the next hour, Calum watched languidly as Luke cozied himself between two beautiful strangers - a fiery, tattooed rave queen on the right and an olive skinned, silver-tongued twink on the left - a lazy smirk on his face as he watched his friend bask in the attention.

His space was eventually invaded as a tall, broad shouldered man with golden curls that he knew all too well took the seat beside him at the hidden table he had made his place at. "Can I help you," he asked with a raised eyebrow.

The golden haired man smiled - the gesture so innocent, but Calum felt a burn in his stomach at the sight of it - and leaned in a bit closer. "I was going to ask you the same question."

Calum's lip quipped up slightly as his eyes scanned the man in front of him, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip between bringing it between his teeth. "Depends, I suppose."

The man's eyes sparkled as he made a bold move, resting his hand on Calum's thigh - the touch so warm, Calum felt the sensation go straight to his crotch. "Depends on what, gorgeous?"

Calum leaned forward, his eyes looking straight into the hazel orbs in front of him. "Depends on what you think you're worth, sweetheart."

The man smiled again, letting out a soft laugh before leaning forward and pressing his lips against the biker's ear. "I think I'm worth more than just your time."

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Calum couldn't kick his door open fast enough, the angel in front of him moaning into his mouth as he shoved off his jacket and kicked his bedroom door closed behind him. He threw the two of them onto his king sized mattress, golden curls falling into his face as the man straddled his hips and settled against his ever growing bulge.

"Fuck," he breathed into his mouth. "Fuck, you're so hot."

"Not so bad yourself," the other responded as he reached his fingers down to undo his jeans. "God, Ash, get these fucking things off."

Ashton laughed as he climbed off enough to shimmy out of his pants, Calum taking over and pushing them the rest of the way off before following suit and removing his own clothes.

Once they returned to the mattress, Calum took Ashton's hair in between his fingers and gave a harsh grip. "I want you to wrap those pretty lips around my cock," he said against the shell of his ear. "Can you do that for me, princess?"

Ashton let out a strangled breath, nodding quickly as he ran his hands along Calum's thighs. "Yes."

The dark haired man gave a harsher tug. "Yes what?"

Ashton swallowed thickly, his eyes clouded with lust and his pupils blown. "Yes, Sir."

Calum leaned forward, kissing the man deeply and biting his ol bottom lip, pulling it back and letting it flop back into place. "Good boy."

There was no hesitation in Ashton's movements and he pushed Calum to sit on his mattress before running his hands up and down the darkened skin of the man's legs. Calum could already feel himself twitching, begging to be touched, begging for anything. Then, without warning, his cock was embraced in soft, wet heat, causing him to throw his head back and let out a deep groan.

"Fuck, you're perfect," Calum growled as he reached down to tangle his fingers in Ashton's curls. "So fucking good for me."

The praise went straight to Ashton's neglected cock between his legs, causing the member to twitch as precum bubbled at the tip. But, as quick as he was to reach down to relieve himself, Calum was much quicker. The man's head was yanked back and he was being dragged to his feet and face to face with the animal in front of him.

Calum's deep, chocolate orbs glared into Ashton's teary hazel ones before he was being thrown back against the mattress. "Since when have I given you permission to touch yourself?"

Ashton's eyes searched Calum's face, reading beneath the lines as he swallowed thickly. "Y-You didn't."

Calum faltered briefly, loosening his grip on the man's hair and leaning down to press his lips against the shell of his ear. "Where are you right now?"

Ashton let out a breathy sigh, something of relief and something of comfort. "Green," he whispered back. "Always green with you."

Calum nodded before pushing the man back against the mattress and carding his hands through his hair. "You know you aren't supposed to touch yourself unless I say so," he says, voice so deep and alluring, Ashton couldn't help but bristle at the words. "Isn't that right, angel?" Upon the man's nod, Calum smirked down at him. "Now, I think you need to apologize and beg me real nicely to still fuck you after being so disobedient."

Once more, Ashton was being pulled to his knees, coming face to face with the man in front of him again. His whole body felt like it was on fire, and nothing had even started yet. "P-Please, Sir," he moaned out, breathy and desperate. "Please fuck me, I promise I'll be good for you."

The dark haired man 'tsked' under his breath, taunting the man by pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. "I know you can do better than that, sweetheart," he whispered, undertones layered with mockery. "Try harder."

Ashton darted his tongue out to lick his dry lips, licking the edge of Calum's bottom lip in the process. "Please, Daddy," he moans out, breathless. "I need you. I need to feel your cock inside of me, burning me up. I need to feel your hands around my throat, I need you to fill my insides until there's no room for air. Please. Please destroy me, Sir."

Calum wasted no time, grabbing the curly haired man by his throat and slamming him into the mattress, his legs hoisted upward to drop over his shoulders as he - without warning - shoved his hardened length into Ashton's waiting entrance.

The deafening howl that left Ashton's lips spurred Calum on, reacting like a predator sprinting after its prey. His fingers found their way upward, threading through the man's golden curls as he gave a harsh tug. Ashton's neck now vulnerable, Calum leant down and attached his lips to the glistening skin, teeth grazing against pulsating veins ever so gently to make the man under him shiver with already blinding pleasure.

"F-Fuck, Cal," Ashton moaned out, his blunt nails digging into the skin between Calum's shoulder blades. "God, don't stop."

A breathy chuckle left Calum's throat as he moved a hand down to cradle the man's jaw, pads of his fingers pressing just into the skin below his cheek bones. "I couldn't even if you begged me, baby."

Ashton arched his back, whining in satisfaction as the man above him changed his angle ever so slightly. "G-Good thing I'd never ask."

Another chuckle mixed in with a soft growl before Calum was rolling onto his back, effortlessly carrying the curly headed man up to perch on his lap, sinking him further onto his throbbing cock. "Ride it, angel," he breathed out. "Show me how good I know you are for me."

Ashton's knees scooted up to meet the top of Calum's hip bones before he was leaning back, the hard member inside of him brushing his walls at a whole new angle and causing his breath to shudder. "Love this so much," he said. "Love having your cock in me."

Calum left out a stream of breaths, his hands gripping the man's hips, fingertips digging right into his bones. "Yeah, baby? You like bouncing that pretty little ass for me?" He started thrusting up to meet Ashton's downward motions, eliciting soft whimpers from the man. "C'mon, baby, take it all the way."

Ashton whined as Calum's hips met his cheeks with a harsh slap, the latter holding him down hard against his pelvis as his cock pushed the deepest it's ever gone. "G-God," Ashton bellowed, "I can f-feel you in my fucking stomach. Don't s-stop, please."

Calum groaned out loud, throwing his head back into the pillows as the man above him began bouncing faster and faster, chasing his oncoming high as the brunette ruthlessly pushed up into him.

"Make me scream, Sir," the curly haired man said. "I wanna fucking scream for you."

Calum wasted no time in switching their positions, pinning Ashton below him before grabbing his hips to sit him on his knees. "I love that you want everyone to know who you belong to," he gritted out beige slamming his cock back into him. "Tell the world, baby."

Calum was relentless, his slamming so hard he was sure to leave prominent bruises on Ashton's sensitive cheeks. "Fuck," Ashton screamed, his booming voice echoing off of the walls. His hands braced against the wall, trying to give himself some sort of stability as Calum continued his assault.

The animalistic nature of Ashton's howls sent Calum into a frenzy, one hand gripping the man's hips and the other tangled in his curls as he gave a harsh yank. "Fuck, you're so good for me, baby," he commented, his movements beginning to become sporadic.

"Are you gonna come for me, Sir?" Ashton was hoarse and breathless as he tried to look back at the man pounding into him. "Come inside me. Please. I want to feel you."

Calum has never heard a hotter phrase leave the man's mouth, a loud grunt leaving his throat as his hips began to stutter before he was releasing into Ashton with such ferocity that it nearly left him breathless. He barely even gave the man time to relish in the feeling of being filled before he was flipping him onto his back and taking him into his mouth with no warning.

"Oh, fuck!" Ashton's sensitive head hit the back of Calum's throat one, two, three times before he was letting out another harsh groan and spilling down the back of the man's throat. "Cal- fucking Christ."

Calum continued sucking the man off until he stopped throbbing, pulling off with a satisfying 'pop' and flopping down beside him on the mattress, his exhaustion overtaking him.

*****

It couldn't have been too long that Calum was out, because when he opened his eyes again it was still dark outside of his curtains. He groaned to himself as he rubbed his eyes, his head turning to see Ashton sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling on his socks. "Going somewhere?"

Ashton turned to give him a slight smirk before shrugging gently. "I know the drill by now," he said with a sense of understanding that didn't get past Calum.

The tone of his voice is what made the man's heart sink. "Ash," he started, pulling on his briefs and patting the mattress next to him. "Come here."

Ashton paused slightly before making his way next to Calum, who wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

Calum let out a sigh and he played with the man's curls. "Stay with me tonight," he said softly, pressing a kiss to his hair. "Please."

Ashton raised his head to look up into the man's eyes, his heart fluttering in his chest. "Yeah?"

Calum gave him a soft smile and leaned down to press a tender kiss to his lips. "Yeah," he said. "And other nights, if you want."

The curly haired man looked up, confused but elated. "Seriously?" When the man above him nodded with slightly flushed cheeks, he laughed out loud. "Took you long enough."

Calum rolled his eyes, pulling the man closer. "Don't make me regret this decision, baby."

Ashton just smiled and curled into his side. Sometimes breaking glass doesn't always hurt .