#mashton

There’s yelling coming from the other room. 

This is normal for them, though. 

Usually, in the late hours of their weekends, Calum fucks off to God-knows-where, picking up girls at dive-bars and showing up just before sunrise. Michael lazes around the place, switching between YouTube and Twitter and whatever food-delivery app promises quickest deliveries. Ashton and Luke find something small to nitpick, then blow it wildly out of proportion and spend the hours yelling insults back and forth like they’re being paid for it. 

Michael doesn’t care. She’s usually got her headphones plugged in to drown them out, but they died about half-an-hour ago, so she’s trying desperately to tune out the annoying drone of two men bickering over nothing. She’s mindlessly scrolling through some random Twitter callout thread, lounging in her bed, when the men in question decide to interrupt her peace and bring their fucking dispute to her doorstep. 

Luke barges in, Ashton close behind him, and he slams the bedroom door shut so hard it rattles Michael’s table-lamp. She ignores them as they frown at each other, glaring like they’re trying to intimidate each other or mark their territory or something. Michael is momentarily worried one of them is going to try to pee on the legs of her bed.

Michael looks between them, arching a brow. They’re both kind of red in the face, and a little out of breath. There’s a ticking vein in Ashton’s clenched jaw. Luke’s blue eyes are stormy, his hair a mess. 

“So,” Michael starts. Trying to perhaps diffuse some of the tension. “I was thinking we could get pizza.” They ignore her. Which is fucking annoying. She reaches for her bottle of water and uncaps it.  

“Mikey,” Luke pouts. “Ash thinks he’s better at giving head than I am.”

Michael—mid-sip—chokes, almost spilling the contents of her bottle across her freshly made bed. “Wh—” she wheezes. “What?” 

“Yeah, the fuck,” Ashton crosses his arms. Michael watches his biceps bulge. “I am better at giving head.” 

He looks a little childish. Michael would tell him so if she wasn’t reeling from their topic of conversation. 

“No, you’re not,” Luke counters. “You’re sloppy. Y’technique sucks.” 

“Yeah? Tell that to the girls I bring home.” 

Michael has to agree with him there. She’s spent many sleepless nights tossing in bed because Ash’s ‘conquests’ were moaning and whining practically through the walls. 

“I never see you make your hookups cry,” Ashton accuses. 

“That’s because I go down on ‘em at their houses,” Luke replies. “Y’know, because I’m a gentleman.” 

“What a fuckin’ excuse—” “Yeah? Let’s ask your mother—” “Mate, what the—” “Alright!” Michael interrupts. “Can you take this fucking…dick measuring contest somewhere else? I’m trying to order pizza.” 

“No,” comes the twin reply. 

Michael frowns. She wills herself to sink into her mattress, but the gods seem to have other plans for her. 

“Mikey,” Ashton says. “Tell him I’m better.” 

“Why the fuck would I do that?” She defends. “You’re my best friend, that’s why.” “She’s my best friend too!” Luke cuts in. “Mikey, I’m better, aren’t I?” 

“No,” Ashton refutes. “You just slobber all over the place and call it a win when the girls cry from disgust.” 

“You don’t know what to do with your fucking fingers!”

“I don’t need to know! My tongue works fine, thanks.” 

“Can you even—” 

Michael tunes them out. 

Honestly, she’s tired of dealing with their shit. They’re grown men, they have big adult jobs. These silly arguments just go nowhere and waste all three of their time, and Michael wants to spend her rare free weekend stuffing her face with pizza and losing her eyesight to twelve uninterrupted hours of League of Legends. 

She switches between apps on her phone as the men continue to bicker before her. She sighs. This is…not the direction she’d imagined being in a locked room with Luke and Ashton would go. They’re attractive men, sure. They’re her best friends too, and she loves them. It’s just that they really enjoy getting on her nerves over the smallest things. Everytime she remotely considers anything with them, they fucking—they start talking. 

She’s scrolling between the same two pictures of a Pepperoni pizza when the buzz of the argument begins dying down. She’s pretty sure they’re coming to some sort of conclusion, she’s just too busy contemplating whether it's worth spending her dwindling savings on a 12-inch-pizza. Like, it’s not even that bad of an investment to make. Considering that it’s nearing the end of the month, her next paycheck should be in soon, anyway—

“...we should let Mikey decide for herself who’s better at it, then.” 

Wait. 

What? 

What?

“Hold on,” she says, sitting up. Her heartbeat is in her throat. “What did you just…what?”

But Luke’s already crawling onto Michael’s bed, and Ashton’s got a look in his eye that says he’s up to absolutely no good. 

“Wait,” Michael says, her voice cracking as she flushes a deep shade of red. “Wait…wait!”

“C’mon, Mikey,” Luke pouts. “Help me prove it to Ash?” 

Ashton scoffs. He rests his knee on the edge of the bed, and Michael watches the mattress sink under his weight. 

“Yer gonna fuckin’ embarrass yourself,” Ashton rolls his eyes. He shrugs off his flannel, throws it across the room. 

Ash meets Michael’s eyes. “Let me show him how it’s done?” He asks. “I’ll make it good f’you, I swear.” 

Michael pulls her knees to her chest, scoots back to lean against the head of the bed because she feels almost nauseous, skin growing warm, heart stuttering at the low timbre in both the men's voices. 

“Um…I…” 

“Please?” Luke pleads, palm sliding across the sheets to caress Michael’s ankle. Goosebumps arise under his touch. “We’ll make you feel so good. Ruin you for anyone else.” 

“Let us eat you out, baby,” Ashton’s crawling up to sit on the other side from Luke. “Wanna taste you so bad.” 

Michael looks between the two, their pupils blown wide, wearing matching rose tints on their cheeks as they wait for Michael to give in, to say she wants it. And she does—she wants it so bad. She’s probably wanted it for longer than she realizes. There’s a sticky-sweet heat nestling between her thighs, and she bites her lip. God, she wants to say yes, but there’s some lines…some lines that friends shouldn’t cross. 

She’s contemplating how far she’s willing to push her boundaries when Ashton catches her eye. He seems to read her mind. His hand rises from where it had been resting against the bed and Michael thinks for a moment that he’s going to touch her, but instead he finds the base of Luke’s neck, tangles his fingers into the hair there. Luke leans back into the touch. His eyes flutter. 

Ash watches Michael’s expression, smirking slyly as he leans into Luke’s space, lips brushing the younger man’s ear. “You’ll let me go first, won’t you, Luke?” 

His fingers tighten in Luke’s hair, and the blond furrows his brows upon a muffled moan. “F-fuck you.” But his words lack conviction. Ashton huffs a laugh. 

Michael squeezes her thighs together as Ashton lets go of Luke, and both men bring their attention back to her. She inhales sharply. Fuck it, she thinks. She’ll deal with the consequences later. 

“Just…to see who’s better,” she bites her lip. 

Matching grins spread across both men’s faces. Predatory. Dangerous.

They inch closer to her, Luke’s hand sliding further up her leg, Ashton bringing her idle hand to his lips, pressing a grateful kiss into her palm.

“But,” Michael interjects. “I call the shots.” 

There’s a short silence. Then,

“Whatever you say.” “Yes, ma’am.” 

Reassured, Michael forces herself to relax, release the tension in her muscles, to let go of her reservations. Ashton kisses up along her arm, her shoulder, up to her neck. It tickles, her skin tingling where his lips fall. He finds a spot under her jaw, sucks a bruise into it. She tilts her head, exposes her neck to him so he can mark her easier. 

Luke, noticing how her attention falters from him, shifts his palm so he’s it sliding along the inside of her thigh, fingertips brushing the hem of her shorts. Her breath hitches. He smirks at her, thumb pressing into the sensitive skin, just teasing, avoiding the place where she needs him most. 

He leans in, resting his palm against the headboard near her head. She bites back a moan as Ashton nips at her skin and slides her hand up Luke’s chest to cup his face. He lets himself be led as she drags him in. 

“Is this okay?” he asks, and her heart sort of melts into a puddle at the sincerity in his voice. 

She hums in affirmation, eyes fluttering. 

His hand moves from her thighs, up to her belly. He caresses the soft skin there, slipping under her shirt. Up, up, until his hand is resting in the valley of her breasts. He stays there, smirking, leaning in to take her bottom lip between his teeth. 

“So fuckin’ pretty like this,” Ash mutters into her skin. She swears under her breath as Ash’s kisses travel lower. Luke tugs at the hem of her shirt. 

“Off?” he asks. “Let us see you, pretty girl. Been dreaming of having you like this.” 

Michael nods, rising off her place against the head of the bed to help Luke pull off her top. As soon as the cool air meets her skin, she shivers. She has the sudden urge to hide, and her hand moves to cover her chest but Luke catches her wrist. 

“Don’t hide,” he breathes, eyes fixed on her tits. 

Ash exhales harshly, like he’s gathering his wits. “Fuck,” he utters, staring unabashedly. “Fuckin’ gorgeous. Been hiding all this from us?” 

Michael blushes, the colour travelling down her neck. 

Luke moves closer, kisses the apple of her breast, her back arching unconsciously into him. Ash’s hand travels further south. He snaps the elastic of her shorts once, and the shock has her gasping. When she meets his eyes, he’s already grinning. He leans in, taking the drawstrings between his teeth. He watches her face as he tugs her shorts all the way down her legs with his teeth.

Michael settles back into the sheets, now in just her underwear. She pouts a little at the realization that she’s the only one stripped down when the other men are still fully clothed. She voices her complaint. 

Ashton sniggers. “If you wanted us to take our clothes off, y’only needed to ask, sweetheart,” he says, tugging his shirt over his head and discarding it at the foot of the bed. Luke follows, immediately bringing his hands back to Michael’s chest. He leans in to kiss along the slope of her chest, taking one of her nipples into her mouth and sucking gently. Michael’s hands fly to Luke’s hair. 

Meanwhile, Ashton nudges Michael’s legs open, and suddenly he has a clear view of the wet patch staining the fabric of her panties. He tugs the offending article down her legs, with no help from her. She’s far too taken by Luke’s lips on her chest. 

“Oy,” Ashton frowns at Luke. “Stop distracting her.” Luke pulls away, grinning back at Ash. “Do a better job at holding her attention then.” 

Ashton flicks the back of Luke’s head, chiding. 

He looks at Michael, all spread out on the bed, already wet, waiting, wanting. 

“Damn,” he says. He strokes his fingers through her folds, and her eyes fly open at the stimulation. “All that hesitation only to fall apart at our touch like this, huh?” 

Michael brings her hand up, hiding her face as she bites her lip. “Don’t fucking laugh at me,” She says, meaning for it to sound a lot more annoyed than it really does.”You wanted this. Get t’fuckin’ work.” 

Ashton arches a brow. “Yes, ma’am,” he says, shooting her a mock salute. 

He slides further down the bed and lays down on this stomach so he’s nearly buried between Michael’s legs. He wraps his arms around Michael’s thighs, peppers sweet kisses along the skin of her inner thighs, green eyes flitting up to meet hers. Just from the look on his face, Michael can tell he enjoys this. 

“Hope you find the clit,” Luke mocks. 

Ashton flips him off, only to get a sharp laugh in response. 

“So wet,” Ashton purrs, breath fanning her pussy. “Dripping already ‘n I haven’t even put my mouth on you yet.” 

“Lotta big talk for someone that isn’t performing y—ah!” Michael’s words break off into a moan as Ash locks his lips around her clit and sucks. He licks a wet stripe through her folds, smiles up at her innocently. 

“What was that?” Ash grins. Michael doesn’t deem him with a reply as she catches her breath. Ashton takes it as encouragement to go on. 

He focuses his attention on Michael’s core. He circles her clit with his tongue, never applying enough pleasure, just teasing, like he’s memorizing how she tastes. His eyes fall shut. 

Luke falls into place beside her, watching with rapt attention while he caresses Michael’s chest lazily, reveling in her little gasps every time he grazes her nipples. 

Ashton hums against her, the vibrations sending zips of pleasure up her spine. Her hands fist the bedsheets. He licks into her like he’s a starved man, moaning against her like he’s getting off to this. Traces her entrance with his tongue, stroking her thighs soothingly. 

He presses kisses all over her lips. Her hips jump as he takes her clit into her mouth. 

“Oh my god,” she gasps, and Ash’s eyes fall open. Flit between her and Luke. He meets Luke’s gaze, winks at him. 

“Watch ‘n learn, Lukey,” he tells him, voice deep and raspy, eyes hooded. 

He tightens his grip around Michael’s thighs to hold her in place. He teases her clit, kissing, sucking, blowing cool air against it that shoots through her like electricity, like sparks, until he trails his tongue lower, slipping it inside her, testing her reaction. Her back arches in response. 

The stimulation is delicious. His stubble scratches her skin. He fucks his tongue into her, relentless, messy, savouring her moans. Her hands tangle in his hair as she pulls him closer, and he goes pliantly. He thrusts his tongue in and out, moving occasionally to press the flat of his tongue against her clit. Uses his fingers to spread her lips open, nips at her folds, just enough to hurt, and yet it feels so good. 

“Ashton,” Michael breathes. “Ashton, Ashton, Ash…” 

“Taste so fucking good,” he rasps, drunk on it, voice wrecked. “Shit, could die here, between your thighs. Wanted this f’so long.” 

He teases her entrance again, alternating the pressure. Michael’s legs shake, and he slings one of her thighs over his shoulder, leveraging her weight to pull closer, bury himself further into her. 

His tongue flicks fast, then slow, circling her clit with increasing desperation. Pulling her apart, putting her back together, never coming up to breathe. His nose brushes her clit as he moves back to tongue at her entrance. Heat rushes through her. She writhes on the mattress, tears gathering along her lashes as she whines his name like a prayer. The wet, slick sound of his lips moving against her fill the room. 

“Hear that?” Luke leans in to whisper, tucking stray strands of her hair behind her ear tenderly. “That’s all you, baby. You’re so good for Ashton, so willing for him.” 

Michael gasps, the pleasure building and building somewhere deep inside her. 

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Ash gasps, against her, refusing to let up. “Can feel it. Clenching around my tongue like a fuckin’ slut.” He places little kitten licks, sweet kisses against her sensitive nub, but it’s too much for her already. 

“Go on, pretty girl,” Ashton growls. “Make a mess. Paint the sheets, c’mon. Let me see it.” 

Michael whines. “Ashton…L-Luke…” “Nah, this is all me,” Ash grins, and Michael feels his lips move against her. “Show me how good y’feel, baby. Give it to me. Come all over m’face.” 

Michael’s back arches clean off the bed, as the coil tightens impossibly and snaps, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She gaps his name, breaking off into a moan that echoes through the room. Ashton holds her close throughout, slurping obscenely as he lets her hips grind against him. 

Michael shakes with the force of it, gasping for air. When she comes down, she simply lays there, limbs sapped of energy, chest rising and falling as she catches her breath. Luke cards his fingers through her hair, shushing gently, murmuring praise. 

“So pretty when you come,” he whispers. “Fuckin’ beautiful. Gonna be thinking about you for weeks, Mikey.” 

He kisses the corner of her lip, and she smiles tiredly at the feeling. She looks to meet Ashton’s gaze. His pupils are blown wide, breathing just as hard as she is. His chin shines with the residue of Michael’s climax. He parts his lips, licks it up, all the while maintaining eye-contact. 

Michael flushes, biting her lip at the sight. 

“Shit,” Ashton mutters. “Fuck.” 

He unsubtly palms his dick, adjusts himself in his jeans. Michael’s eyes follow his movements. He’s sporting an impressive bulge. Michael kind of wants a taste. Then Ashton shifts from his place on the bed, and Michael's eyes fall shut from exhaustion. 

She’s just about ready to turn over and bury herself under the covers for a twelve-hour nap, when she realizes she’s being manhandled into settling between Ashton’s legs, her back flush against his chest. Luke finds his place between her legs, grinning mischievously. 

“Not done yet, pretty,” he tells her, pressing a kiss into the inside of her knee. “Got another one for me, don’t you?” 

Michael worries her bottom lip between her teeth, even as Ashton traces little patterns into her hip. 

“Wait, but…” she doesn’t have the right words. “Wait, I—” 

“Aw, you promised, didn’t you?” Luke mocks. “Gonna back out now?” 

And if there’s one thing about Michael they’d know, it’s that she’s far too stubborn, far too competitive. They set the bait; she takes it. Hook, line, and sinker. 

She furrows her brows, flipping Luke off, and he shakes his head, chuckling like he’s won. 

Luke kisses down between her breasts, lower, lower, pausing to kiss along her hip. Ash sighs into Michael’s ear, bored. “Show-off,” he mutters, eliciting a giggle from Michael. 

Luke settles into the space between Michael’s legs, and she drops her head back on Ashton’s shoulder, already anticipating the feeling of Luke’s lips on her—

“Hold her hands down,” Luke’s voice pipes in. 

Michael’s head whips up to meet Luke’s eyes so fast, she nearly gets whiplash. She hears the surprise in Ashton’s voice as he speaks: 

“Oh?” he says. “Didn’t expect you to be into this shit.” Ash’s hands find Michael’s wrists, as he brings them together, holds them up in one hand. Michael tugs, but Ash’s grip won’t give. It makes her heart race.

“Lots you don’t know about me, baby,” Luke honest-to-god winks. Michael’s stomach swoops at the sight. She can sense Ashton’s blush, and she turns to him to confirm the slight tinge on his cheeks. 

“Come find out sometime,” Luke tells him, breath fanning Michael’s already overstimulated core. 

“F-fuck off,” Ashton replies. The stutter gives him away. 

Michael's laughter dies on her tongue when Luke laves his tongue through her folds. He licks up her juices, slurps obscenely, looking at Michael through his lashes to gauge her reaction. She’s flushed red, sensitive already from Ashton—she doesn’t think she’ll last long. 

Luke pulls off and licks his lips. He brings two of his fingers into his mouth before placing them on her clit. He expertly rubs circles around the bundle of nerves, and Michael’s eyes roll back into her head. 

“Shit, Mikey,” Luke breathes. “Look at you…so sensitive. So responsive f’me.” 

Michael whines in response. Luke increases the pressure of his fingertips, enough for Michael’s brain to grow fuzzy around the edges. He simply watches Michael, catching every twitch between her brows, every bite of her lip, every gasp, stutter. 

When she can’t hold her sounds back anymore, she lets loose a low moan, and Luke takes it as encouragement. His lips part in a slow grin. “There it is.” His tongue finds her clit again, and she arches into him at the feeling. He groans against her, and she feels every bit of the vibrations down to her toes. He locks his lips there and sucks.

His fingers simultaneously find her entrance. They slip inside her unceremoniously, making a slick sound that has her skin turning a bright red shade. She tries to turn her head, hide her face in Ashton’s neck. But Luke notices. 

“Ash,” Luke calls. 

Ashton picks up on the instructions. His free hand moves from Michael’s waist to wrap around Michael’s jaw, to turn her face back. Luke meets her eyes, smirking, as Ash’s hand goes down to tweak her nipples.  

“Eyes on me, pretty girl,” Luke tells her, as his fingers work a steady rhythm inside her. The sound of her wet heat swallowing his fingers is lewd, filling the room, and Michael vaguely registers the weight of Ashton’s arousal pressing into her back. 

Luke returns to his workings, licking and sucking at her clit. His tongue works her over skillfully. He curls his fingers inside her, grazing a spot that has her seeing stars, has tears gathering along her lashes. She rolls her hips down against him unconsciously.

Ash nips at her ear gently. “So greedy.” he accuses. “Laying here between both of us, m’hand on your pretty tits, and you’re still grinding into him like a fuckin’ whore.” 

Luke’s tongue drags through her folds. He adds another finger, and pleasure shoots through her like lightning. 

“Fuck,” Michael breathes. “Shit, Luke—” “S’fucking sweet,” Luke says, voice wrecked. The look on his face says he’s gone completely to the taste of her. “Can’t believe I’ve never…fuck.”

He lowers his tongue, trails it down to Michael’s entrance, his nose brushing against her clit in the process. His tongue joins two of his fingers inside her. He licks into her with purpose, eyes hooded, lost to the sensation of her falling apart on his tongue. 

His wrist twists artfully, and it draws a broken moan from her lips. Her hands try to find purchase in anything at all, but Ash’s grip on her wrists is tight, almost punishing as she squirms between his legs, trying to get away from the stimulation of Luke’s tongue, whilst also trying to draw him closer.

“Luke,” she gasps. “Luke, I’m gonn—” 

“Yeah,” Luke says. “Let go, baby. I’m here, let me feel you.” 

His fingers don’t let up, his lips move back to tease relentlessly at her clit. It’s too much, the pressure growing in her belly, and her legs try to snap shut around him, but he holds her open with a hand on her thigh. Chuckles warmly into her folds. 

Michael bites her bottom lip. She can’t keep her eyes open any longer. Her head lolls back onto Ashton’s chest as she gasps Luke’s name over and over, her orgasm crashing into her for the second time that night. It steals the breath from her lungs, has her vision whiting out completely. 

She feels Luke continue his movements, helping her through the aftershocks as he peppers little kisses along her belly. Ashton strokes down her sides, rubs soothingly at her wrists as he kisses and nips down the column of her neck. 

Even as she recovers, catching her breath, she feels so warm. So safe, here in the embrace of the two men she trusts most. God, she’d give anything to freeze this moment in time, stay here forever, basking in the afterglow, in the way they’re looking at her. 

“Hey,” Luke breathes, gently cupping her face. “Still with us?” 

She lets her eyes open to the glow of the room, to the twin looks of adoration on Luke and Ashton’s faces. 

“Damn,” she says simply, because that’s really all she can muster. It elicits laughter from the two men, and she melts further into Ashton’s chest. 

Until she feels the pressure of his erection against her skin, and her eyes snap wide open. Her gaze flits down Luke’s frame to find that he’s painfully hard too. Neither of them mention it to her, never expecting, but she still feels…like maybe she should do something. 

“You…you’re both still…” she starts. 

Luke leans in to tuck her hair behind her ear. He presses a soft kiss to her temple. 

“Don’t worry about that, Mikey,” he tells her. “We’ll take care of that ourselves.” 

Okay, she thinks. That makes sense. 

Wait. 

“Wait, what? Take care of it yourself?” she asks, incredulous. 

Ash rumbles a laugh behind her, and she looks up to meet his gaze. 

“We…help each other out sometimes,” he says. 

What the fuck.

She looks between them. They both wear slightly guilty looks. At least they have the decency to look ashamed. 

“You didn’t tell me?” she asks. Trying to keep the hurt out of her voice. She thought…they tell each other everything. Why didn’t she know this?

“It just never came up,” Ashton says 

“There really wasn’t even anything to tell,” Luke follows. 

Ash shifts from under her, replacing himself with a pillow to hold her weight up. It makes her feel fuzzy inside, and yet she sits up to have this conversation properly. She parts her lips to say something more but she’s cut off when Ashton draws her in by the neck and kisses her cheek tenderly. 

“We’ll be back in 10 minutes tops,” he tells her. “And then we’ll clean y’up, okay?” 

She pauses. What the fuck? They’re nearly at the door when she speaks, reclaiming their attention. 

“You’re just going to leave me here?” Michael demanded. The two men freeze, sharing a look. 

Luke steps toward her, placating, but she cuts in. 

“No, wait,” she says. “I want to see.” 

Ashton tilts his head in confusion. “See what?” 

“You,” she replies. Her furious blush is doing absolutely nothing for this faux bravado. “You both. Sh-show me.” 

Ashton and Luke freeze, looking at each other. There’s a loaded silence where Michael processes her worlds and contemplates taking everything back. If she tries hard enough maybe she can pass it off as a joke. 

But then there’s matching grins spreading across the mens’ faces. 

“The lady wants a show,” Ashton says to Luke, tipping his head in Michael’s direction. 

“Better make it good for her, then,” Luke responds. 

Michael slips further up the bed, back to her place against the headrest as Ashton and Luke strip themselves down to their boxers. As Luke goes to climb back onto the bed, Ash tangles his hand into the younger boy’s hair and pulls him in. Their lips meet, the kiss ferocious. 

Ashton wastes no time, parting his lips to let Luke lick into him, tugging him in by the hem of his boxers. Luke responds in equal fervour, palming Ash through his underwear, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from the older man. 

Michael watches, blush flaring, pupils no-doubt dilated to black. A wet heat gathers between her thighs. 

The men fall onto the bed in a tangle. Ashton spreads his thighs, Luke straddles his lap like they’ve been here before. Like they’re accustomed to the other, fully in-tune with their needs. 

It’s frantic. Rushed. Luke pushes Ash’s boxers out of the way and frees Ashton’s erection. Michael’s mouth waters at the sight, at the low groan on Ashton’s lips while he palms Luke’s ass. Luke follows suit, getting his boxers just low enough on his thighs to get them out of the way of his cock. Michael thinks maybe she’s dreaming. 

“Fuck, Luke,” Ashton gasps. He licks a wet stripe up his palm and pulls Luke in until their erections are flush against each other. He takes both of them in his hands and gives them a quick stroke. 

“Ah—enjoying the show, baby?” Luke asks between gasps. Michael bites her lip to keep from moaning. 

“Shit,” Ashton growls, sharply twisting his wrist. “Who knew…y’had such dirty fantasies running around that pretty head of yours, Mikey.” 

“I…” 

“Yeah?” Luke mocks. His hips roll into Ashton’s as the older man picks up the pace, stroking them quicker. Luke gathers spit in his mouth, lets it dribble down between them so Ash has more lubrication to work with. 

“Oh my god,” Michael gasps. 

“Tell me,” Luke asks of her, biting the inside of his cheek, brows furrowed. “Y’ever dreamed about this?” 

Spit gathers on Michael’s tongue as she watches, her arousal growing between her legs. The slick sound of Ashton’s hand moving over them fills the room. Ashton gasps, groans—heavy, guttural sounds that travel down Michael’s spine. 

“We did,” Ashton tells her in response to Luke’s prompts. “Used to—talk about you.” 

“Wanna tell her, Ash?” Luke asks, leaning in to kiss along Ashton’s collarbone when the other throws his head back in pleasure. “How we wanted her on her knees between us?”

“Pictured you spread out…bent over the kitchen counter when y’came out in those fucking mini-shorts…shit, Luke,” Ashton breathes. He moves his hand quicker now. Luke gasps, grasping Ashton’s wrist for support. 

“Wanted—hah…wanted to shut you up so bad…put that fucking mouth t’good use—ah, Ash—”

Michael just whimpers, thighs clenching, attention fixed on the two men as they draw closer to the edge, memorizing every desperate word that spills from their lips. God she’ll be touching herself to this for months.

“Ash—Ash, I’m close…” Luke breathes. 

“Yeah? Come on, Luke,” Ashton responds, his hips stuttering up into his hand. Michael can tell they’re nearing the edge. 

Ashton’s movements grow frantic, messy as he jerks them off, squeezing when he reaches the tips, fingers slipping as he gasps into Luke’s shoulder. Luke leans in, presses his forehead to Ashton’s as they shudder, trembling with their oncoming release. 

“Come f’me?” Luke mutters. “Come for me, Ash? Please, c’mon, shit—let me have it…” “Yeah? Want me t’paint your skin? Make a mess?” “Ah—fuck, please—shit—!”

Luke arches into Ashton’s touch as he whines. His release spatters across Ashton’s hand, who strokes a few more times, desperately, until he’s coming too, making a mess of his and Luke’s laps, shaking from the force of it. 

Ashton strokes them through the aftershocks, chuckling when Luke slumps into him, whining about how he doesn’t want to move. 

Michael crawls across the bed, cards her fingers through Luke’s hair. He leans into the touch. She brings Ash’s come-stained hand to her lips. Watches his expression as she licks each digit clean, smiling slyly. 

He gapes at her. 

“Fuck, Mikey,” he breathes.  

Luke kisses her shoulder. “Always knew there was something about you,” he mutters into her skin. She laughs. 

When they fall into bed half an hour later, sweaty but slightly less sticky (thanks to Ashton, who bitched and moaned the whole time about having to be the one cleaning them up), Ashton throws an arm over Michael’s belly and Luke hides his face in her neck, nipping at her skin to make her laugh. Their legs tangle under the sheets, the room bathed in a warm yellow light.

“I want pizza,” Luke murmurs. 

“‘S too late for pizza,” Ashton responds, dozing off already. Michael’s right there with him, the world fading as she drifts off to sleep. 

That is, until Michael’s bedroom door creaks open and she shrieks, scrambling to pull the bedsheet over her chest. 

Calum stands in the doorway, wearing a bored expression. He looks over the three of them, all of whom have their hearts in their throat. 

He rolls his eyes. 

“About damn time.”