#poly!mashton

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Delilah let out a loud shriek, flinching away as an ice cold water bottle was pressed against the back of her neck. “Mikey!” she kept shrieking as the boy burst into a fit of giggles, pressing the bottle firmer against the girl’s neck, water droplets running down into the back of her shirt. “I’m gonna kill you!” she laughed, turning around.

Michael dropped the bottle and ran for his life, Delilah giving chase, their socked feet sliding around on the hardwood floors, both of them screaming wildly. As a last ditch effort to catch him, Delilah pushed off with her right foot, launching herself towards Michael’s back, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, and his hooking under her legs so they wouldn’t fall.

“Um… wish I could say this usually doesn’t happen… But uh… that’d be a lie,” Calum’s voice sounded from in front of them and both Delilah and Michael snapped their heads to the sound, finding Calum, Luke, and a boy Delilah had yet to meet standing there.

“Didn’t know Mike had a girlfriend,” the boy said, rubbing at the back of his neck.

Delilah let out a high pitched giggle as she climbed off Michael’s back, who scoffed, “D’s not my girlfriend.”

“Oh,” the boy said, brightening slightly.

“Yeah, she’s actually my girlfriend. Mike, how could you?!” Calum cried with fake dramatics.

Delilah fake gagged. “Not even in your dreams, Hood,” she told him before focusing her attention on the boy whose name she still didn’t know. “I’m Delilah. And you are?”

“”M Ashton,” he smiled softly.

“Oh, the drummer!”

“Heh,” Ashton giggled nervously, a dimple indenting his cheek. “Yeah, that’d be me.”

“Cool!”

“Yeah, and now that we have a drummer, can we get our other guitarist, and practice?” Luke quipped.

Delilah rolled her eyes at the boy. “I guess you can borrow, Mike. But you owe me one, Hemmings.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.”

As the group of five made their way into the living room, Michael nudged into Delilah, “Stop staring at Ash,” he teased, low enough so only she heard him.

“I am not staring,” she whispered back. “But if I was…?”

Michael chuckled, understanding her only the way he could. “Two grades above us. Different school. No girlfriend. Good drummer. Definitely sticking this out with us.”

“Fuck, that doesn’t help me not like him, Mike.”

Michael chuckled more. “Yeah, I know.”

~5 Years Later~

Ashton spotted Delilah and Michael already lounging in the sun, sighing internally. How was he ever supposed to think he stood a chance at having either of them, let alone make a move when those two were always joined at the hip? His phone pinged in his hand, and he hoped it was either Calum or Luke saying they were finding parking. Fortunately it was both Calum and Luke. Unfortunately it was both of them saying that something had come up, and they couldn’t make it. “Fuckin’ great…” Ashton muttered under his breath, trudging the last few feet across the sand towards Delilah and Michael. “Hey, guys.”

Both of them shielded the sun out of their eyes as they looked over at Ashton, bright smiles on their faces. “Oh, hey Ash!”

“Hey,” he repeated. “Um, did you see what Cal and Luke said?”

With frowns, they both looked at their own phones. “God damn it…” Michael groaned. “They do this all the time… They wanna hang out, and then they bail on us.”

Delilah shrugged. “Well fuck them. We don’t need them to have fun, do we?” With that, her fingers tugged up the hem of her shirt, to pull the fabric free from her body. “Can one of you help me get my back?” she asked, digging through her bag for a bottle of sunscreen.

Michael almost dropped the bottle, as Ashton gulped, both men sharing a glance. Taking the path of least resistance, they both shared the job of covering the woman’s back in shoulders, Delilah sighing in content as the way their fingers gently massaged her skin. “Thanks guys.”

“No problem…” they mumbled in a rush, their cheeks bright red.

“Um, I can do your guys’ backs if you want…” she suggested.

“Yeah! That’d be great!”

Delilah had to bite down on her lip as both men discarded their shirts, and all three of them took a small moment to clear their throats. “Um… Wanna help me with Mike first, ‘Lila? He might burn quicker than me…” Ashton all but squeaked.

“Good idea,” Delilah giggled, squirting the sunscreen in Ashton’s waiting hand, and then her own. She shared a covert smile with him as they started covering Michael’s back, their fingers knocking into the other’s.

When it was Delilah and Michael’s turn to get Ashton’s back, Ashton shuddered at the way his friends’ fingers carefully went over the tattoo on his neck, before moving to get the rest of his back and shoulders. “Fuck, that tickles,” he giggled airly. “Maybe you should think about getting a spray.”

“Aw, where’s the fun in that?” she started to flirt, then immediately felt bad at the way Michael’s face scrunched. “I don’t have a lot of faith in spray sunscreen. Every time I use it, I get burned,” she added quickly as an explanation.

After they finished applying the sunscreen to the rest of their exposed skin, Ashton glanced out towards the water. “Shall we?”

“Let’s go!” Delilah said, skipping off ahead of them.

“You should go for it,” Michael mumbled to Ashton as they walked together at a slower pace. “You and D… You’d uh… be cute together.”

“What? Pfft… Nah… You think?”

Michael shrugged. “I see the way you look at her. And if I trust anyone with her, it’d be you, ya know?”

“Thanks, Mike. That, um… means a lot. But, I don’t think she sees me that way. Pretty sure she’s into someone else.”

“Shit that blows…”

It was Ashton’s turn to shrug. “Eh, it’s alright. Can’t say I blame her. She has pretty good taste.”

“That she does,” Michael nodded.

~~~

“So, you ever gonna ask him out?” Delilah asked Michael as they sat on the shoreline, watching Ashton still out in the water.

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean what do I mean? Ash! When are you gonna ask him out?”

“Uh… never? Cuz he doesn’t like me.”

Delilah snorted, “Yeah, okay. And I’m the Queen of England.”

Michael shook his head, then sighed. “I’m serious, D. Would it be great if Ash liked me the way I like him? Yeah. But that’s not reality.”

“How do you know?”

“Because he likes someone else.”

“Aw, fuck. Sorry, Mike.”

“S’alright. Can’t say I blame him.”

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“You know,” Ashton said to Delilah as they waited for Michael to come back with food for them all. “With Mike, you might have to make the first move.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, c’mon, ‘Lila. You know him better than anybody. You know how shy he can get with stuff like this. Be brave for the both of ya. Make the first move.”

“Waves knock you around a lil too hard there, Ash? You’re talking nonsense.”

“You’re really gonna sit there, and tell me you don’t like Mike?”

“Of course I like Mike. He’s my best friend. But it’s… complicated. There’s a lot of layers that I haven’t figured out. That I don’t think I ever will.”

“You’re telling me…” he muttered under his breath.

Michael approaching with food put an end to the conversation, all three friends sharing a tight lipped smile, more confused than they’d ever been.

~3 Years Later~

Delilah checked the time on her phone, sighing and feeling tears of frustration brim up in her eyes. She had been five minutes early to her date nearly an hour ago. She wasn’t sure which stung more: her messages asking where her date was being left on read, or the look of pity in the waitress’ eyes as Delilah ordered her third glass of wine.

So, rejected, a little tipsy, and unsure of what to do, she called the one person she knew she could always count on.

“Hey ‘Lila,” Ashton’s voice picked up on the second ring that had Delilah feeling even more flustered.

“Oh… H-hey Ash… S-sorry I didn’t mean to call you… um…” she fumbled over her words as she scrambled to hit the end call button.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Aren’t you supposed to be on a date? Are you alright? What’s going on?”

The weight of concern for her in his words was the breaking point. “I got stood up…” she whimpered, a tear rolling down her cheek.

“Okay. Sit tight. I’m coming.”

“Ash-”

“Shh, it’ll be alright. I’m already on my way.”

“You’re heading out?” Calum questioned as Ashton placed Michael’s phone down on the table.

“I have to.”

“No. Mike has to. She called Mike, Ash.”

Ashton narrowed his eyes pointing into the sound booth where Michael and Luke were laying down tracks. “He’s a lil busy at the moment, and she needs someone now. What am I supposed to do? Not go to her?”

“No, of course not. It’s Del. But… Ash, it’s not a secret that things are all a little complicated between you three. I don’t want to see you get hurt because you played hero to her when it was supposed to be Mike.”

“I’m not doing this to swoop in, and take Mike’s hero moment away from him, Cal. She’s my friend too. And she needs somebody. So you really think I’m gonna let you stop me?”

Calum raised his hands in surrender. “Look, I’m only trying to protect you from getting your heart crushed if this doesn’t match up to the fantasy in your head.”

“And I appreciate that. You know I do. But I got this, Cal. Promise.”

“Alright. Go on then, I’ll explain to them what happened when they’re done.”

“Thanks, Cal.”

“Yeah, yeah. Now get out of here already.”

Ashton made it to the restaurant in minutes flat, hitting the ground running. He muttered a few apologies and “excuse me”s as he weaved through the people in his way, before finally spotting Delilah staring dejectedly at her empty glass of wine. He steeled himself from the thoughts swirling in his head about how if this had been their date he’d never dare leave her waiting on him. That wasn’t a road he needed to go down right now. “Hey,” he said softly as he took the seat across from her.

She raised her eyes slowly to look over at him, a tearful smile coming to her lips. “Hey…” she whispered.

“C’mon. Let’s get you out of here.”

“I have to pay my bill… Shoulda stuck with water…”

“That’s alright,” he told her, flagging down a waitress. While Delilah got lost in her mind, Ashton settled the bill in hushed tones. “Okay. C’mon,” he said, resting a hand gently on top of hers to get her attention.

“The bill…” she repeated.

“It’s taken care of. C’mon.” He helped her up from her seat, taking off his jacket to drape it over her shoulders, his fingers brushing against her exposed skin.

“You wanna know something?” she asked numbly as they headed for his car.

“What’s that?”

“If I told you how many times I imagined you rushing in to save the day like this… well… your head would spin. And now that it’s real… my head’s spinning.”

“That might be the wine,” he chuckled lightly, opening the door for her. “And uh… I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“How do you not know? Everyone else does…” she sighed, relaxing against the leather of the seat.

“Everyone else knows what?”

“That I like you.”

In his shock, he closed the car door with more force than he meant to. When he got in on the driver’s side, she was giggling. “What?” he asked nervously.

“Well that was dramatic,” she continued to giggle. “I like you, slam!”

“I- Wasn’t expecting it, that’s all. I thought you still liked Mike.”

Delilah sighed somewhat dreamily, and Ashton’s stomach churned. “Yeah. I like him too.”

“Yeah, I kinda gathered as much.  I mean… you did call him, not me. I was just the one who picked up. Still not sure why. I just saw your name and...”

“Had to?” she supplied the rest of his thought.

“Yeah. I mean, it’s you. I wasn’t going to not answer, even if it wasn’t my phone.”

“Just because I like Mike, doesn’t mean I can’t like you too, Ash.”

“Yeah, but it’s different kinds of like.”

“Says who?”

“Says the obvious. You two are the closest, you always have been. And look, I get it. I’m not mad. I get what you see in him, because I see it, too. I just also happen to wish sometimes you saw that in me, too.”

“I do! It’s…” she scrambled to find the words to finally lay this all out on the line.

“Complicated. I know. I remember.” The words came out bitter, and they both hated it. Delilah for not having the words to fix it, and Ashton for the crushed look in her eyes when she was already having a shitty night. He let out a slow sigh, collecting himself. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “We shouldn’t be doing this right now. This is a conversation we can have at a different time. I should be taking you home.”

“No,” she pressed. “I want to have this conversation now. Ash… I like both of you. I’ve liked Mike my entire life, and I’ve liked you since the minute I met you. And… the reason I haven’t been brave enough to do something about it is because I also know that you two like each other. And… I like you guys too much as my friends to ruin the dynamic I guess? When I don’t choose, it’s only me who gets hurt. Because I’d rather have neither of you, than have one and the other feel jealous.”

“Oh… Damn… That adds a whole ‘nother layer to this, doesn’t it?”

“Yep… They don’t have books or movies for how to deal with love triangles like this… this is… uncharted territory.”

“Yep… Well fuck. If all three of us like each other, why don’t we all just date?” Ashton suggested.

“How would that dynamic work?”

“No idea. But, if anyone could figure it out, I’d bet it’d be us.”

“And if Mike doesn’t… Would you and me still…?”

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

“You don’t… feel like that makes us consolation prizes to each other? Like we can’t both have Mike, so we’re settling for each other?”

“Nothing about being with you is me settling for you, ‘Lila. I want you.”

“I want you, too.”

“And we just happen to also want Mike,” Ashton couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity of it all.

“Do you think he wants us, too? I mean, I know he wants you. I just don’t know if he wants me.”

“Oh, he does. Trust me, he does. Anybody would be stupid not to.” Ashton let out his next breath slowly, running his hands through his hair. “Can I kiss you now?”

“Please,” she breathed, leaning across the center console towards him. He met her in the middle, his fingers gripping lightly on her chin to guide her lips to his, her own hands coming up to cradle his face. “Thanks for coming to get me,” she murmured as they broke the kiss.

“Of course,” he smiled softly. “You hungry?”

“Starving.”

Ashton giggled and started the car. “Alright, we’ll grab some food, and then I’ll take you home.”

“We should get something for Mike, too. He’ll have known by now that I called, and that you came to get me, so he’ll be waiting for us. Right?”

“If he’s done laying down tracks with Luke, yeah. That’s probably a safe bet.”

They fell silent, Delilah finally breaking the silence only after they had picked up food for themselves and Mike. “Hey, Ash?”

“Hmm?” he hummed, reaching out to lower the volume of the radio.

“Are you scared?”

“Terrified,” he nodded. “It’s uh… not every day you tell the girl, and the boy, you’ve been crushing on for years that you’ve been crushing on them for years, with the follow up being if it’s cool if you can all date each other.”

Delilah giggled, “God, this is fuckin’ crazy…”

“100% certifiably nuts,” Ashton giggled with her as he pulled into her driveway, next to Michael’s car and spotting the man waiting for them on the porch. Ashton shut off the car and turned to look at Delilah. “Ready?”

“God, no.”

“It’s Mike. He’s our best friend.”

“I know. But I’m still…”

“Scared? Yeah, me too. His hands grabbed hers, brushing soft kisses across her knuckles. “But I’ll be right here with you. C’mon,” he coaxed. 

They left the security of the car, and walked up to where Michael was waiting. He rose slowly to his feet, eyes locking on Ashton and Delilah’s hands that were clasped together. “Oh… I see you two have uh… that’s great. Happy for you guys…” His gaze flickered over to the food bag in Delilah’s other hand. “And I’m intruding, so I’m gonna head out. Glad your night worked out.”

“Mike, wait,” Ashton said, reaching out to stop the younger man. “There’s something we wanted to talk to you about.”

“No offense to either of you right now, cuz I love this for you guys, I really do. But uh… I’m a little tired and hungry from the studio. I just stopped by cuz I saw you had called, D, and wanted to make sure you were okay. And you are. So um… can we save the ‘we’re dating’ conversation for tomorrow?”

Delilah shook the bag of food. “We picked you up something, too. Please, Mikey?”

~~~

“So… let me see if I got this right. In addition to crushing on each other, you both also have a crush on me?” Michael asked, after Ashton and Delilah brought him up to speed.

“Pretty much, yeah,” Delilah nodded, leaning forward to set the now empty take out food container on the coffee table.

Michael looked over at Ashton with a raised eyebrow, “How drunk is she?”

Ashton giggled, while Delilah gaped at Michael and gave him a small shove with an indignant “Hey! I’m not that drunk. Anymore…”

“Well fuck! So we’ve all just been crushing on each other, and swallowing our pride, so nobody gets their feelings hurt except ourselves?”

“Can’t leave out the stupidest part of how all of us at some point encouraged someone to make a move on someone else.”

“Fuck, no wonder Cal and Luke bail on so many plans with us… This shit is infuriating… But now that it’s all cleared up, what do we do? How does this… work exactly?”

“I don’t know… I have enough trouble figuring out how to date one person…” Ashton admitted, making the other two laugh in agreement. “But if anyone can figure it out, it’s us, yeah?”

“Exactly,” Delilah smiled at him, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “We’re all friends first. There isn’t anything we keep from each other.”

“Minus the crushes we all had on each other, that is,” Michael amended. Then, “So… have you guys kissed yet?”

“We did, yeah,” Ashton told him, with a sheepish grin.

“Fuckers…”

“Aw, poor baby,” Delilah teased, leaning towards Michael to press a kiss to his cheek. At the last possible second, Michael turned his head, so her lips locked onto his rather than the intended target of his cheek.

He sighed in content against her lips, tasting the barest traces of wine still leftover, sweet and savory. “Can’t begin to tell you how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he murmured as they broke apart.

“Well, now you can do it whenever you want,” she smiled.

Ashton cleared his throat. “Still here.”

Michael’s cheeks flushed. “Right. Yeah… erm…”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Ashton groaned, hooking his fingers under Michael’s chin to get them to look at each other. “It’s a kiss, dumbass, not rocket science.”

“Calling your boyfriend a dumbass isn’t very nice of you,” Michael teased lightly. 

Ashton shuddered as his lips crushed into Michael’s, “Fuck, say that again.”

“Boyfriend,” Michael grinned against Ashton’s mouth.

“My boyfriends,” Delilah beamed proudly at them.

“Our girlfriend,” they chorused back.

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“Michael can you taste this,” he asks. You’re vacuuming the living room as he cooks, Michael wrapping up silverware in the kitchen.

“It’s so good,” Michael mumbles, his mouth full of mashed potatoes. “Maybe some more salt and pepper though? Just a sprinkle?” Ashton agrees and picks up the shakers to add more.

“Baby!” Ashton shouts into the living room and you turn off the vacuum to walk in, the smell of Turkey hitting you and you smile.

“Yes?” Ashton turns around, a silly Turkey apron wrapped around him that makes you giggle.

“So I’m making mashed potatoes, Turkey, gravy, and yeast rolls right?” He asks, he sounds nervous but tries to cover it up.

“Yes Ashton, and it smells delicious,” you get out your phone, quickly opening up your notes before riddling off what everyone is bringing.

“When’s everyone getting here?” Michael asks and you look at the time, 2:30 pm.

“Around four so we have a hour and half,” Ashton takes a deep breath and opens up the refrigerator to pull out the dough.

“I want everything to be perfect,” Ashton says and you walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“It doesn’t need to be perfect Ash, my family thanksgiving has never been perfect, it’s just about spending time together and eating food,”

Michael smiles and stands up to join the hug, his lips finding Ashton’s cheek as he presses a kiss to it. Ashton relaxes in both of your arms before he smiles and begins to knead the dough.

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At three thirty the first people arrive, your grandma and grandpa. You and Michael hurry out to their car to carry everything in for them, despite their refusals, and you quickly get it set up on the buffet table.

“Ashton! Your food looks delicious!” Your grandma exclaims, pulling the man into her for a hug and and he smiles,

“I tried, I know the turkey won’t be as good as yours but I hope that everyone likes it,” your grandpa pats his shoulder,

“It’ll be fine son, I promise that even if it’s bad they’ll eat it,” Michael opens up the vegetables that your grandma prepared, groaning at he looks at it all.

“When will we eat?” He asks and Ashton rolls his eyes, smacking your boyfriend’s arm.

“Go make sure the table’s set, Angel,” he mumbles and Michael pouts but agrees, quickly hurrying into the dining room.

Your cousin and her girlfriend are next to arrive. They carry in roasted vegetables, cauliflower mash, and cranberry sauce. After some light teasing from your grandpa about your cousin’s girlfriend being vegan, and stern scolding from your grandma to him, it’s set up on the table as well.

By five everyone has arrived and the buffet table is packed full of all the foods that you could imagine can be at a thanksgiving meal.

You watch with a smile as your family accepts Ashton and Michael. Complimenting Ashton’s cooking and making his ego grow. You sit between them to eat, and you can’t help but smile and be thankful for them coming into your life.

It’s not long before everyone is stuffed and you begin to gather the empty plates from everyone. “Let me help,” Ashton says, rolling up his sleeves and going to help you wash the dishes.

“Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.” You say, pushing him towards the living room where your cousins are setting up games.

“No let me help you wash the dishes,” he says and you stop and turn to him, arms crossed.

“You’ve been cooking all day in this kitchen, go have fun, I can handle washing off some dishes and putting them in the dish washer,”

Ashton sighs, turning to look as Michael walks into the kitchen as well, a smile on his face as he looks at the two of you.

“I love you,” Ashton sighs, giving in and pushing a kiss to your lips before accepting Michael’s hand and letting his boyfriend pull him into the living room.

You really love these boys.

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Thanksgiving is such an important holiday in my family. Being a mixed family of many different ethnic groups we love to honor our ancestors on this day, and even though we don’t celebrate thanksgiving as the arrival of colonizers to the states, we celebrate family and use it as an excuse to spend time together.

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Your evening turned into half watching whatever movie Michael wanted to watch. Ashton's fingers creeped up your thigh as you were settled in Michael's arms, shifting your legs in his lap while Ashton tried to tease. It was hard not to look at him and think about going to the bedroom. You pushed back at Ashton with your foot--mouthing him to 'pay attention' as he winked at you. Michael seemed too entertained to pay attention to what Ashton was doing. 

Especially when he moved closer to the two of you tease your sides. 

“Can you not antagonize us for 10 minutes? This is supposed to be romantic.”

Michael threw a pillow at Ashton's head, sending him back into the other direction as he caught it with his chest. He stuck his tongue out at Michael when he settled between the two of you, finally tucking in for cuddles. You felt such a strong admiration for your partners. They wanted to make you happy. At any cost, anything they could give to you to make you feel secure. 

“I love you both.”

You whispered your phrase at a volume that you assumed neither of them would hear. Michael squeezed your hand before leaning over to kiss you from above. His lips landed in a curve, smiling into yours. Ashton laid next to you to pull you in, pressing his forehead to yours before he answered. 

“I love you unlike I love anything else. I promise.”

Michael settled his head on your shoulder, whispering in your ear as he spoke over the quiet droning on TV. 

Even though you’re intrigued by the conversation your boys are having, you’re beginning to grow impatient. You’ve been lying on the bed, completely naked for several minutes and you’re starting to feel a little neglected. “Are you two done?” You whine, “If someone doesn’t touch me soon I’m gonna scream.”

Ashton clicks his tongue at you. “Our little Sugar is getting all impatient, Angel.” He says softly, “What’s the punishment for comments like that?”

“Five spanks.” Michael replies instantly. He knows every punishment off by heart, as do you. Both of you have experienced them enough times to be able to recite them whenever Ashton demands it.

“Good.” Ashton hums, reaching around Michael’s waist to unfasten his jeans. “Why don’t you show me if you’re as good at giving punishments as you are at taking them?”

The younger man is still a little confused, you can tell by the way he looks between you and Ashton as though he’s awaiting an answer to an obvious, but unspoken question.

Ashton chuckles, tugging Michael’s skinny jeans down to his knees. “Take these off and sit on the edge of the bed, Angel.” He orders, his voice firm but quiet.

As Michael obeys the dark haired man’s first instruction, you make another impatient sound. Ashton’s eyes meet yours and you can tell by the fire in those hazel orbs, that five spanks are about to be the least of your concerns. “Actually.” He smirks, “will you grab the wrist restraints before you 

sit down please, Mikey?”

The notion that you’re about to get chained to the bed pulls a little moan from you. There’s not much that turns you on more than being totally at your boyfriends’ mercy.

Ashton walks along the side of the bed, running a finger lightly along your bare leg and then your arm. “You need to be on your best behaviour for Mike, okay sugar?”

You nod innocently, still shivering slightly at Ashton’s touch. “You wanna watch Mikey punish and fuck me, sir?” You ask, hoping to illicit some aroused response from your dominant. It’s a tiny version of power play but you love it.

“You’ll see.” Ashton replies, his face remaining expressionless as he looks over to see where Michael has got to. “Hurry up, angel. It’s time to see a new side of you.”

The blonde man scrambles faster in the ‘toy chest’ you keep in the closet. He holds the wrist restraints up in a small display of his trauph before padding back over to the bed. “Here you go, Ashy.” He smiles proudly, holding out the restraints to your eldest boyfriend.

Ashton shakes his head, taking a step away from the bed. “Our little sugar is all yours tonight.” He explains, “the only rules I have are; always implement the correct punishments for any misbehaviour, make sure I can see everything that’s happening at all times and don’t ask me for any guidance. Are we clear?” The eldest man looks between the two of you, awaiting a response.

Lips moving soundlessly, Michael nods, glancing over to you almost as though he’s checking that you’re okay with it too. 

“I don’t care which one of you fucks me.” You whine irritably. “As long as someone does it soon, because I feel like I’ve been waiting for hours.”

Michael’s expression relaxes a little, as though he’s pleased that you’re happy for him to fuck you. You’re not sure why he’d have had any doubts, it’s not like he hasn’t done it before. It’s most likely down to the fact that Michael’s never had complete control of you before. He’s always just followed Ashton’s instructions before tonight. 

“Make it ten spanks, Angel.” Ashton instructs, pulling your attention back to him, even though he’s intent upon ignoring you. “As always, respect the safe word and always get verbal permission before moving onto something new, okay?”

Your younger boyfriend still looks slightly bewildered but there’s definitely more excitement in his eyes now. “Can we start?” He asks, placing the restraints down on the end of the bed.

Ashton doesn’t reply immediately. He silently unfastens every button of his sexy black shirt deliberately slowly before sliding it off and dropping it to the ground. He catches you eyeing his muscular arms and barely suppresses a smirk before working on the button of his jeans. Once he’s kicked them aside, he drags the comfy chair from the corner of your room closer to the bed and sits in it. Only when he’s completely comfortable does he give Michael the nod.

You can hardly contain your excitement now that both of your boyfriends are in nothing besides their tight little boxers. Biting your bottom lip in anticipation of what's to come, you take in every inch of both men’s bodies, committing them to memory for when you’re left home alone.

The blonde man sits on the edge of the bed, eyeing you hungrily as he taps his lap. “Come on, Sugar.” He whispers, trying to match the tone that Ashton usually uses with you. “You know what to do.”

Michael’s husky tone sends shivers through your body as you push yourself up onto all fours and crawl across the bed towards him. “I’ve been pretty bad, huh?” You ask, pouting exaggeratedly, before laying across his lap. 

Despite being somewhat concerned that Michael’s submissive qualities will hinder his ability to satisfy your needs the way Ashton does, you’re more than a little excited to explore this new dynamic.

Michael caresses your ass cheeks softly, rubbing and squeezing them several times before finally asking if you’re ready to take your punishment.

The blonde’s hesitance makes you wonder if Ashton’s made the right decision to give Michael a dominant role tonight. You nod your consent, purposefully meeting Ashton’s eye across the room. “Of course, Mikey.” You reply. “Don’t hold back, though, I can take more than you think.”

It’s obvious by the way that Ashton’s eyes darken with lust, that he’s enjoying the way your acting. You don’t have much time to feel proud of yourself, before Michael delivers his first spank to your right ass cheek. The force with which it lands pulls a shocked gasp from you. 

“I don’t hear you counting.” Ashton reprimands quietly but firmly. “Be stricter, Angel.” He adds to Michael.

You hold Ashton’s gaze as you speak the first number. Knowing that the older man is going to use your reactions as a gauge for how well Michael is taking on this new role.

The blond delivers his second spank to your left cheek. It’s even harder than the first and your gasp sounds more like a moan this time. “Two.” You say plainly, determined to keep your eyes on Ashton.

It’s obvious by the way that Michael delivers the next five spanks, that he’s been paying attention to what Ashton does. He hits a different spot every time and varies the speed and strength of every slap. You’re already a gasping mess as you count out the final three smacks. Your fingers are tangled in the duvet cover and your eyes squeezed shut.

Michael gently smoothes the palm of one hand over both of our cheeks, just like Ashton usually does, undoubtedly savouring the red marks he’s left there. “You took that punishment so well, Sugar.” He says, his arousal obvious in his voice. “You ready for something else now?”

You nod, scrambling off of Michael’s lap and crawling back towards the pillows. As you make yourself comfortable again, you can hear Michael prepping the restraints and your excitement starts to bubble closer to the surface. “What’re you going to do to me, Mike?” You ask, finally settling down and meeting his gaze.

Part of you expects Michael to be hesitant, or for him to turn to Ashton for guidance. He does neither. “I’m going to tie you down so that you can’t misbehave when I play with you.” He replies, his green eyes flashing lustfully. “Do you like the sound of that?”

You smirk mischievously as you lift your arms above your head, ready for them to be chained to the headboard. “I’ll be good.” You promise, keeping your voice low and even. “I’m not sure you can handle me at my naughtiest, anyway.”

Michael hums as he holds your gaze determinedly. You’re impressed with the way he’s handling you so far, it makes you want to push him a bit further. 

“I think you’ll be surprised, sugar.” Your younger boyfriend growls after a moment of silence. “I know I can handle you just fine.”

You raise an eyebrow sceptically. “Really?” You taunt. “I thought you were just a needy little slut.” Maybe it’s a little early for you to play that card, but you can’t resist. Michael’s always loved it when Ashton calls him that and you’re eager to see if you can break down this new attitude of his.

Despite his determined expression, Michael’s cheeks turn pink at your words. “Unlike some people, I have layers.” He replies evenly, refusing to let your words rattle him. “Maybe I should fuck that smart mouth of yours before we do anything else.”

You bite your lip seductively, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Is that what you want Mike? For me to get down on my knees and swallow you whole?” You pause, enjoying Michael’s silent reaction to your proposition before the urge to tease more him overwhelms you again. “Just like you do to sir on a nightly basis?”

Michael growls lowly in the back of his throat. Apparently ‘dom Michael’ isn’t a fan of being reminded that he’s Ashton’s little play thing. That’s interesting to know and you’re determined to use it to your advantage at every given opportunity. The blonde man drops the restraints back onto the bed and perches on the edge of the mattress, turning his back on you. “Get over here, sugar.” He demands, not even bothering to turn back to look at you.

It’s impressive. Michael has obviously noticed the things you enjoy. He’s acting just the way that Ashton does when you’re being bratty. You keep your smirk firmly in place as you slide off of the bed and stand in front of him. “At your service, angel.” You quip.

There’s a split second when it seems that Michael might break character. His lips turn up as though he’s about to giggle, the way he does when Ashton has him at his mercy. As quickly as the twitch in his lips appears, it vanishes, replaced by a stern glare that could almost give Ashton a run for his money. “On your knees, sugar.”

You obey, keeping your movements calm and deliberate, not wanting to betray your enthusiasm for what’s to come. Once you're kneeling in front of Michael you meet his gaze again, silently warning him that you’re not finished being a brat. “If you want me suck you off…” You explain, as though you’re speaking to someone who has no idea what they’re doing. “You need to take off your boxers and spread your legs for me, I know you’re good at that part. I’ve seen the way Ashton takes whatever he wants from you every night, you don’t even put up a fight.”

Michael places a hand on your cheek, gently but firmly urging your face closer his. “Enough talking.” He orders, “You’re going to take off my underwear and think about how my cock will feel when it’s hitting the back of your throat. I know how much of a slut you are, Sugar. I’m not sure you can handle me though, my cock is bigger than sir’s, don’t forget.” The way that he breaks eye contact with you to offer the ghost of a smirk to Ashton tells you that he’s working out how to incorporate his bratty characteristics into this evening’s role. It’s undoubtedly a clever move and you’re tempted to glance back to see Ashton’s reaction, but Michael’s hold on your face feels too good for you to break the contact. 

Focussing on Michael’s words, you reach for the waistband of his boxers. His words have lit a fire in you that you’re all too eager to allow to burn you out. Your cold fingers brush the warm skin of his hips and he gasps as he returns his attention to you. “That’s right.” He whispers, his hips lifting automatically for you. If you weren’t so focused on the task at hand, you’d marvel at the way Michael’s submissive tendencies give his dominant character a uniqueness that you want to explore much more. 

Michael’s already half hard from the dirty talk and the promise of a blowjob. He’s always been easy to turn on and you can’t wait to taste him. You lean up to kiss him, pressing your body against him as you slip your hand between the two of you to work his dick until he’s practically aching for your mouth. 

The blonde gives into your actions easily, allowing the deep kisses and your unauthorised touching. Ashton would never have allowed this, he’s have pulled you back by your hair and demanded an apology. You kind of wish Michael would do that but he’s probably never going to be quite that kind of dominant. That’s something you can live with, though. He’s definitely not disappointing you so far tonight.

Once Michael’s cock is fully hard, he pulls back from the lustful kiss, opening his eyes to meet your gaze. “I wanna fuck that dirty mouth, sugar.” He growls hungrily.

As much as you want to suck Michael dry, you restrain yourself just long enough to whisper one last thing into his ear. “That’s right, show off for sir, He’s gonna punish you for bringing up the size of his dick. You know he hates being reminded that you’re bigger.” You ensure that Ashton can hear you, hoping that you’ll get punished alongside your other boyfriend later.

“Careful, Sugar.” Michael warns, his voice still gravelly, “It’s just about me and you right now.” 

You nod, licking your lips seductively. “Oh, I know, Angel.” you reply. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you sure you get some of my best work.” Ensuring that you hold his gaze as you back up and lean closer to his crotch, you revell in the way his eyes sparkle as though he can’t believe you’re acting this way for him. He’s so used to seeing you service Ashton but very rarely gets to see you on your knees between his legs.

Placing your hands on Michael’s thighs, you angle your face closer to his hard cock, still refusing to break eye contact. His expression remains lustful but his legs tremble in your grip, betraying his excitement for this rare occasion. You’re determined to make sure he remembers it for a long time, so you take your time. Your breath ghosts over his tip, making him shudder in anticipation. That’s another thing that Ashton would never do, but you enjoy that ‘dominant Michael’ is different to your ‘sir’. “Just to avoid interruptions, I give you permission to cum down my throat.”

You don’t give Michael time to hide the shocked expression that takes over his face before you close your lips around him. He gasps, gripping the bed covers as opposed to you, like Ashton would. Hoping to change that, you sink further onto his impressive length, enjoying the weight in your mouth as you begin to work your tongue. Michael whimpers, seemingly unable to control his usual aroused sounds to keep with his role for the evening.

It makes you feel a little more powerful, knowing that you can undo one of your boyfriend’s so easily. Once you begin to bob your head, Michael finally reaches out to hold the back of your head, forcing you to take even more of him into your mouth until his tip hits the back of your throat. “Fuck, Sugar…” He whines. “You feel so good!”

You hum around Michael’s dick, working your tongue in the expert rhythm that you’ve mastered over countless nights of practice with Ashton. The vibrations have Michael moaning above you. Knowing that he always enjoys a little pain with his pleasure, you dig your fingertips deeper into his thighs as you work the last couple of inches of his cock into your mouth. 

The tightness of your throat and the pressure of your fingertips denting his sensitive skin, Mihcael makes the desperate whine he usually makes when Ashton hits his spot just right. You know that means his fairly close and you’re impressed with the speed in which you’ve gotten him to this point. You’re not gonna let him cum before you give him one more smartass comment. You pull off of him, making the blonde whine like the true brat he is. “I thought you were gonna fuck my face, Mike.” You whisper, ignoring the ache in your throat. “Why would you get my hopes up like that and not deliver?”

In a split second Michael’s soft close-to-orgasm expression, turns into a firm, determined one. You don’t even have time to fully appreciate how hot he looks before he’s forcing your head back towards his achingly hard cock. You open your mouth willingly, proud of the reaction your comment has pulled your usually submissive boyfriend. He pushes you onto his length slowly, easing your throat open again before pulling you back and pushing you down harder, thoroughly enjoying your lack of a gag-reflex. You press your tongue against the underside of Michael’s dick as he continues to move your head as a quickening pace. His shuddering breaths and trembling thighs tell you that he’s close but you bring him over the edge by dragging your fingernails over his thighs, leaving long red trails on his milky white skin.

Michael spills down your throat, gasping your name and cursing before his hand slips limply from your head. He flops backwards onto the mattress as you pull off of him and turn to face Ashton. You’re pleased to see that he’s watching intently, his boxer shorts tenting as he palms himself. “Did you enjoy the show, sir?” You ask, your voice weak and croaky.

Ashton shakes his head. “You can both do better.” He replies. “Get the restraints, Angel.”

It takes a moment for Michael to gather the energy to move again. When he does, he grips the restraints and motions for you to get back onto the bed. “You know what to do, sugar.” He says, his voice still breathy. 

You’re already pretty turned on by having your throat fucked and knowing Ashton is watching you and Michael intently. Not wanting to delay your own orgasm, you obey Michael’s request as he gets to his feet.

You lie back on the bed, your head resting comfortably on the pillows as you lift your arms. Michael straps one of your wrists securely to the bedpost, checking that you’re happy with it before moving around the bed to secure your second one.

As the blonde man works on the buckles of the restraints, you glance over at ashton, moaning at the way he pulls off his underwear, his hard cock springing free. “Fuck, sir.” You whine, licking your lips and arching your back. “Want you…”

Before Ashton can respond Michael takes hold of your chin between his thumb and forefinger, gently guiding your face back towards him so that you’re forced to meet his gaze. “No, sugar.” He states firmly. “The only cock you’re getting tonight is mine, remember?”

It’s impossible to hold in the moan that escapes you, there's nothing that turns you on more than being told off by one of your boys. “You better know how to use it as well as sir does.” You reply, holding gaze stubbornly.

“You know I do.” Michael hums, letting go of your chin and running his finger down the side of your neck and over your chest, before swirling it over one of your nipples until it’s stiff enough for him to grip firmly. You gasp loudly, equally as surprised and aroused by the unexpected roughness he handles you with. 

“Fuck!” You moan, arching your back and instinctively spreading your knees. “Show me, Mike, please…”

Your slight begging brings a proud smile to Michael’s face that he apparently couldn’t suppress. It doesn't matter that it takes away from his dominant edge, you just want him to uck you as hard as he can, you’ve waited long enough damn it.

With one quick glance to Ashton, a silent request for permission which is granted with an enthusiastic nod, Michael crawls onto the bed, spreading your legs as wide as possible. He runs his fingers over the inside of your thighs, ensuring to stop just short of the pace where you're craving his touch the most.

“Please, angel.” You whine again, abandoning all of your previous resolve to hide how desperately you want Michael to fuck you.”

The blonde man positions himself over you, lining up just right. “Look at me, sugar.” He demands, “I wanna see your face when I fuck you.”

So maybe Michael does have what it takes to dominate you the way you enjoy the most. You moan needily as you meet his gaze, loving the concentration on his face as he slowly pushes into you. He feels even bigger than you remember, forcing every other thought from your mind as you focus on the way he fills you up. You close your eyes, the intensity of Michael’s gaze proving too much for you to handle.

Once your bodies have adjusted to each other, Michael begins to move, slowly but firmly, making sure he goes deep enough to make you moan every time. His grunts and the sound of him sliding in and out of you almost make you miss Ashton’s moans. You open your eyes again and look over to the older man. He looks so hot, sprawled out in the chair stroking himself with the speed and ferocity he usually fucks you with. The sight brings you that much closer to your climax as you moan his name. Michael adjusts his angle slightly before slamming into you particularly hard. “No!” He reprimands, “focus on me, sugar! Moan my name, not sir’s!”

The determination in Michael’s thick tone of voice and the intensity in his eyes as you meet them once more prove too much for you. “Fuck, Mike!” You whine, “I’m gonna cum, please, please… I need to…”

“Only if you tell me it’s for me.” Michael replies, never breaking his rhythm, pounding into you hard and fast until you’re trembling with the effort to delay your orgasm for another moment. You ultimately fail, coming apart beneath him, moaning his name louder than you thought possible given how sore your throat is.

Your confirmation that he’s responsible for your orgasm is Michael’s undoing. He follows you over the edge a second later before collapsing on top of you with an exhausted but satisfied groan. One glance over at Ashton’s slumped form in the chair, tells you that he’s recovering from his own climax, too.

“Was I good?” Michael asks as he carefully pulls out of you. His question is aimed at Ashton as much as you, proving that he’ll never tire of being praised by both of you.

“Yes.” You reply breathlessly. “Really fucking good, Mike.”

Ashton pushes himself to his feet before heading over to unfasten your wrists. Michael flops down onto the bed beside you, eyeing ashton expectantly, awaiting his answer.

Once your wrists are free, Ashton takes the restraints back to the chest where they belong before heading back to the bed. Michael cuddles into your side, his gaze still fixed on Ashton.

“You were perfect, Angel” The black haired man finally replies as he lays down on the bed at your free side. “You both were.”

From the Ashton and Seb series

Sleepover

Dances, Dates, and Everything in Between

From the Ashton Stand-Alones

Choosing’s for Suckers

Run Your Hands Through My Hair

From the Cake Painted Pink Room series

Part 1

Part 2

From Cashton

Calleth You, Cometh I

From Luke Stand-Alones

No Sex Required

From Mashton

Christmas Eve

Stockings

Christmas Dinner

Crush, Crush Crush

From Michael Stand-Alones

Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep

Lunchtime Disaster

Ace of Hearts

From Muke