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Closer - Nine Inch Nails
A glimpse of purple cloth and honey colored hair. That’s all Calum gets, and he’s hooked. There are sweaty bodies pressed on his and he isn’t a fan. He wants to get to this mysterious human he saw across the room, and he pushes his way to where he saw the flash of a guy. A guy he’d like to spend a night with. Calum clears through the crowd, and spots a purple tee shirt, he’s chatting it up with some tall blond holding a fruity drink. The blond catches Calum’s eyes and nods in his direction, making purple shirt turn around and smirk. Fuck he’s hot.
Calum swallows, gripping his drink a little tighter. Before Calum knows it, purple shirt is walking up to him. “Hey there.” Purple shirt says, grinning. His eyes are beautiful. “Hey.” Calum manages to get out, sipping his drink. “So.. my friend said you were checking me out? That true?” The guy squints in the flashing lights of the club, the pulsing colors hitting every edge of the man. “That might be true.. but I don’t just hit on anyone. Only the hot guys.” Calum winks, and damn, not going too badly. The guy giggles, not laughs, giggles. And shit. That’s cute.
He can’t tell if he wants to be under or over this guy in front of him. “You think I’m hot, then?” The guy asks, tilting his head, under, definitely under him. “Yeah, actually, I do.” Calum grins. This is going exactly how he’s planning it: drink some, leave with each other’s hands grasping for a hold, kissing on necks, go back to someone’s apartment, fuck, sleep, and then leave.
“What’s your name?” The honey haired man asks, grinning. Fuck, he has dimples. “Calum.” The brunette introduces, smiling to match the other. “Pretty. I’m Ashton.” Ashton’s grin widens. “Wanna dance?” Calum offers, feeling the butterflies float in his chest.
It happens in a flash, grinding of hips, hands on waists. Calum somehow finds his hands tangled in a heap of honey colored curls with a pair of hips grinding against his ass. Breath on his neck with hands swallowing his waist, crawling up and down his sides, wandering to the front and slithering up his chest to his throat. Calum can feel the heat pooling as a hand comes down and tweaks a nipple through his mesh shirt.
Ashton is pulling him over to the table where the tall blond from before is talking to a girl. The blond is, to put it simply, fucking gorgeous. From his high cheekbones to his perfectly straight nose, his blue eyes that glimmer in the passing lights to his styled curls. He smiles. “You found the guy.” He comments to Ashton. “Cal, this is Luke, Luke this is Calum.” Ashton introduces, smiling. Calum likes the way the nickname slid out of those lips of his. “Nice to meet you, Calum.”
“You too.” Calum smiles, staying by Ashton. He’s just a little shorter than Calum, but fuck, his biceps are straining in the sleeves. ‘He could choke me,’ the thought runs so elegantly through Calum’s brain that he doesn’t register that Luke is talking to him. He’s just staring at Ashton’s arms. “Sorry, had a moment there.” He snaps out of it. “It’s cool, dude. I was just saying to take care, I’m gonna head out.” Luke shrugs. Calum kinda wanted to hang out with the tall blond, but maybe this will prompt Ashton to come back to his. “Ah, ok. It was nice to meet you.” Calum says, hanging back, Luke nods.
There’s a hand weaving through his short curls and bringing his head back to a shoulder, and then Ashton is asking in his ear if Calum wants to leave. And, who is Calum to deny an offer like that?
Calling a taxi has never been so hard. Ashton’s hands never leave Calum’s waist, always keeping contact. When they climb in, the driver asks where they’re going, and Calum glances at Ashton, “Ballpark Ave, building 306.” The brunette grins.
The second the elevator doors close, there is a mouth on Calum’s neck, and he can’t get enough. The night has been a slow charge into this heat, the slower it goes, the harder it gets to go easy. The doors slide open with a ding, and they’ve reaches Calum’s floor. “C’mon. I wanna be undressed and on top of you within the next five minutes.” Calum breathes out, leading them to his door.
The second the door to Calum’s apartment is closed, the scattering of nails and little sharp barks pierce the air. “Duke, baby, not now.” Calum dismisses the tiny ball of fur. Ashton is intrigued by the dog, but is getting pulled down the hallway before he can introduce himself to the fluffy creature. It’s not long before the door is being closed behind him, and Calum’s back is pressed against it, being held in place by a hand around his throat and one on his waist. Then there are lips on his, and he isn’t sure why they haven’t kissed until now. It’s electrifying.
Ashton takes the lead and pushes Calum hard against the door, pulling a moan from the brunette. The hand around his throat winds up to his hair, curling through the strands to pull back and bare his neck, his lips detaching and making their way to Calum’s throat, teeth biting into the skin. “Bed.” One word is said, and Calum is being lifted and placed on to his bed gently, which is a such a contrast to the red mark forming just below the hinge where Calum’s jaw and neck meet. Ashton holds himself over Calum and smirks. “Are you ok with doing anything? You know the color system? Want a safe word?” And this stranger is so fucking gentle with Calum, it makes him smile. “Just don’t tie me up and fuck me with some alien dildo, I’m ok. Green means good, yellow means ok, but need to take a break, and red means stop. And my safe word is Berry.” Calum answers in order, wrapping his legs around Ashton’s torso.
Ashton smirks. “Ok, sweetheart, is it ok if I put your hands above your head for a little bit?” The other asks and Calum just about melts at the pet name. “Good with me.” He consents. “I’m gonna take this off, such a shame, fits your body like a goddamn glove.” Ashton tuts as he removes the mesh top, running a hand down Calum’s side, while the shirt flies across the room and lands somewhere near his mirror. “But shit, if you don’t look just as good without it.” Ashton admires what’s in front of him like Calum is a meal, and Calum trembles with want. “I didn’t even realize you’re wearing latex pants, fuck.”
Calum laughs, “It’s a bitch to get them off.” He informs, but proceeds to shimmy out of them with ease. “Yeah, that looked super hard.” Ashton makes a face, “Yeah, I practice,” Calum says before Ashton is grabbing Calum’s wrists and brings them above his head, his other hand teasing at the waistband of Calum’s boxers, dipping below the hem but then resurfacing. “You like a little bit of teasing?” Ashton asks. “Yeah, but I’d also like to see a little more skin on the guy that’s hovering above me.” Calum braves. Ashton’s eyebrows raise a little, but complies with Calum’s request. Slipping out of his shirt, his hair tousled with the action, the fabric flying to join Calum’s on the floor. “You’re fucking beautiful, couldn’t take my eyes off you.” Ashton murmurs as he rakes his eyes up and down Calum’s torso, while Calum preens under the attention.
“You’re doing wonders for my self-esteem, I gotta tell you.” Calum chuckles out, loving the feeling of Ashton’s eyes on him. “Yeah, well. You have a body of god, so you should have an out of this world complex.” Ashton compliments, before tearing Calum’s briefs down. Calum hisses as the cold hits the head, where it’s already shining with pre-cum. “Fuckin’ unbelievable, “ are the last words Calum hears before there is a hot mouth taking in his shaft, and holy shit, this is what heaven feels like. He wants so badly to tangle his hands in Ashton’s hair, but he can’t, so he whines loudly instead. That has Ashton’s mouth lifting off of Calum’s cock, and he whines again, holding his hands above his head. “What is it, pet? What do you need?” Ashton’s voice is already rough, that has Calum’s toes curling. “May I please put my hands on your hair, I need to.” Calum requests, and he can see the gears turning in the other’s head, a smirk growing on his face. “So polite, yes, yes you may.”
Calum immediately brings his hands down to weave through Ashton’s hair. “Better?” Ashton asks, a grin already forming on his red lips. “Tons.” Calum’s response is short, the air being punched from his lungs as a calloused hand wraps around the base of his dick. Then the mouth again, the hot, sinful, velvety mouth. Calum sees stars, his fingers automatically twisting through Ashton’s curls tight, winding through the roots and balling his hand in to a fist. “Mm, not too harsh, babe.” Ashton’s voice is wrecked. “Let’s get this ball rolling, shall we. Where do you wanna be, darling?” The older man asks, his eyes blown wide, taking in Calum’s sweaty torso. “On top, obviously. Can’t let you do all the work.” Calum smirks.
“That so? Well, you better bring out all of your best moves, baby.” Ashton grins, lying back onto Calum’s pillows. That was easier than he thought it would be. “I’m already prepped, is that ok?” Calum asks, gauging Ashton, he’s so dominant. “Fuck, sweetheart, get up here. Condom?” Ashton practically moans out. Calum produces the little latex packet out of thin air, tearing it open for the curly haired man. Calum finally finds himself eye level with the other’s dick, flicking his sinful eyes towards Ashton, who’s watching with wide eyes. Calum sticks his tongue out to kitten lick up from based to tip, before making eye contact while he goes down. His throat constricts when Ashton’s hands go into his hair, “Damn, babe. Those lips, holy shit. You better be on top of me within the next two minutes or so help me I will put you there.” The honey-blond mumbles. Calum practically face-plants as he goes up and straddles Ashton’s hips. Ashton slides the condom on with ease, the bottle cap clicking as he squeezes out a reasonable amount and before Calum can prepare, there are fingers on his hole.
After Ashton slicks up his cock, wiping his hand on the bedsheets, his huge hands settle on Calum’s hips. “Go on, sit.” He commands, and shit. Calum is sat. His thighs are already trembling, and he goes down agonizingly slow, the tip of Ashton’s cock sliding in with ease. Calum has never felt so full, when his ass meets Ashton’s pelvis, his eyes roll. “Shit, you feel so fucking good.” Ashton’s praise isn’t just verbal, his hands travel all around Calum’s body, squeezing and pinching. Calum rises and falls, swiveling his hips with every grind down, balancing his hands on Ashton’s chest. “Beautiful.” Ashton murmurs as Calum moans loudly. He has sweat going down his back and his thighs are about to give out, but he’s chasing his orgasm, and he— oh fuck. Calum falls forward as Ashton grabs him and starts thrusting upwards, holding onto the back of Calum’s thighs. “Fuck, fuck, shit. Right there, Ash. Fuck.” He chants as Ashton hits his prostate with every thrust. It’s not long before he’s being flipped on to his back, his left leg hoisted over Ashton’s shoulder.
Calum rakes his hands up and down Ashton’s back, surely leaving marks, but he can’t give a fuck. Ashton’s lips are on his and Calum is about to come. “Fuck, harder Ash, harder, right there, fuck.” And then he’s coming, clenching hard around Ashton’s cock, setting off a chain reaction. Ashton’s hips stutter to a stop staying pressed against Calum while their breath mingles and their chests heave. “Are you ok, sweetheart?” The honey-haired man asks, panting. “Eh, could’ve been better.” Calum bitches, but the grin on his face gives him away. “Such a brat. I’m gonna pull out, and get you a water and a cloth.” Ashton says. As soon as he’s pulled out, Calum whines. “Nah-uh, not until you apologize. Bathroom?” Ashton tsks as he peels the condom off and throws it into the bin. “Second door to the right.”
Long after they’ve showered and Calum lent Ashton some clothes, well, Calum showered and Ashton changed the sheets. Calum is close to sleep when Ashton says something, but he misses it. “Wha?” He asks, lifting his head to look at the other. “Just so you know, I don’t do one night stands.” Ashton’s voice repeats what Calum hadn’t heard.