After Luke left Calum had a shower and changed into clean clothes. He remembered that Michael had told him not to wear pants around the house. He needed to be more revealing so he ditched his shorts and pulled on some clean black thigh socks. Maybe Calum was a little obsessed with socks. He walked into the kitchen to see that Ashton was sat at the table and completely ignored him, going to the freezer and picking out his favourite icecream.

"What the fuck was that," Ashton gritted out. "What was what?" Calum sighed as he held back a laugh that wanted to escape. "That stunt you pulled with your little friend," Ashton stated. Calum leant back against the counter, laughing to himself as he got a spoon out of the draw. "Oh that," Ashton hummed in response, pushing his glasses up and turning to look at the kiwi boy.

"His friend definitely isn't little," Calum muttered, licking ice cream from his spoon. Ashton's eyes locked onto Calum's plump lips as the boy put his spoon in his mouth, flicking his tongue around the metal and pulling it out with a pop.

The hazel eyed man could feel his pants tightening and he clenched his jaw, taking in what Calum had said before he got distracted. "What's your problem with me?" Calum asked. "I don't know what you're talking about," Calum scoffed as he made his way towards Ashton, his black lace panties showing a little because the shirt he was wearing wasn't as long as the sweater he had on earlier.

Calum slammed his ice cream tub on the table in front of Ashton, his spoon clattering down at the side. "You damn well know what I'm talking about. You flirt and kissed me then ran away when you realised my mum was home. Who the fuck does that? I know Luke doesn't and that's why I've been fucking him for the past year," he glared.

Ashton tightened his grip on the table. "It was a mistake," Calum hummed, know that Ashton was lying. He pulled Ashton's chair back, straddling him. "You keep telling yourself that," he whispered, feeling the hazel eyed man's clothed dick press against his ass. Calum shuffled a little and ground down against Ashton. "You want me," Calum smirked, his breath fanning against Ashton's ear. "You don't have any proof of that," Ashton muttered and Calum raised his eyebrows, bringing his hand down to Ashton's cock. He traced his fingers along outline before grabbing him and squeezing slightly.

"Your little friend tells me otherwise," Calum murmured, against the mans neck. He placed a couple of small kisses on his collarbone before licking a stripe up the side of his neck, kissing his jawline and back down the trail he had made. Calum pulled back, placing a kiss on the side of Ashton's mouth before slipping off of his lap, making his way back to his room.

*

"By the end of the week, I bet we've already fucked. God mikey, he chubbed up just from watching me lick ice cream from a spoon," Calum laughed.

He was currently sat on his balcony with the door closed. Michael and Luke had FaceTimed him after he got upstairs so he could fill them in on the events that happened a few minutes ago. "Remember the steps, Cal. You've already done the first two steps, but you really need to start on step three soon, maybe use something from that box under your bed while you're at it," Michael hinted.

Calum blushed as he looked away from the camera. "I've seen the box under your bed. Put it to use," Luke chuckled. "Guys, can you not? And stop looking through my stuff," Calum whined as the other two laughed at the tanned boy. Calum ran his hands through his hair as he cleared his throat. "I think I'm going to tease Ashton a little longer before I start step three," Calum stated. "Hang around him in hardly any clothes and suck on a lolly or something," Michael laughed and Calum agreed, going back into his room.

Michael and Luke started arguing over what pizza they wanted and Calum decided to go and get something to eat himself, making his way towards the stairs. Calum stopped in the hallway as he heard moaning, turning around to see one of the bedrooms doors open a little with the light on.

"Hey, shut up up and listen you twats," Calum whisper yelled to the other boys. "What?" Luke asked as Calum smirked. "Can you here that?" He whispered again. The other two went silent and small moans echoed through the hall way. Calum silently made his way towards the room and the moans started to get louder. He peaked through the gap in the door and turned his volume down on his phone, switching his camera to face the other way so the other boys could see what was happening.

He looked through the gap again to see Ashton sat on the bed, his long fingers wrapped around his dick as he pumped himself. Ashton's eyes were closed, his mouth agape and his head leant back as precum started to leak from his tip and Calum stood still, his cock giving a kick at the scene in front of him.

Ashton slowed his hand down a little and rubbed his thumb in slow steady circles over his tip. "Fuck, Calum," he moaned. Calum gasped quietly, stumbling back a little. Ashton was wanking over him. The older boys thighs clenched as he flicked his wrist, his toes curled slightly and sweat trickled down his forehead.

Ashton moaned Calum's name quietly as he came onto him stomach. His chest heaved and Calum backed away as he flicked his tongue over his plump lips, flipping his camera back around so the boys could face him. Both of them stared at the boy with blushes on their faces.

"This is going to be easier than we thought,"