This wasn't the first time Calum woke up like this. A thin sheet of sweat covering his body as he sat up in his bed, panting heavily.

Calum glanced down, pulling the white comforter back from his body as his angry red, leaking cock sprung free, standing proudly against his stomach. He sighed out loudly, looking to side where his white lace panties had somehow been discarded throughout his dream.

Sixth time this week and it was only fricking Wednesday. He felt exhausted with how many times he woke up like this. Not only had he been extra busy with college, but he felt like he had been thoroughly fucked and his muscles were aching like he had run miles.

His mind went back to the broken memories of his dream. He hardly remembered any of it other than those fucking blue eyes and the feeling of big hands on his hips. The only evidence of his dream being erotic was the dried cum against his torso and the slight memory lips against his neck.

How he hell was he still hard if he had already came? Being young obviously gave him good stamina, but it looked like he at least busted his nut three times with the amount of cum, yet he was still hard and it was beginning to get a little painful.

Calum brought his legs to hang over the side of his bed as he glanced at the clock on his bedside table. Quarter past four. It was still dark outside, but he had to be up in forty-five minutes anyway.

Calum dragged his feet across the wooden floor to his bathroom, sliding the glass door open to his shower. He pulled the handle up, turning it on and holding his hand under the water until it turned hot.

Calum raked his hands through his hair as he stepped under the shower, water running over his face, soaking his body. He breathed out heavily as he let his hands trail down his body, fingers wrapping around his cock.

"Shit," he moaned, pumping his hand as he dragged his other across his torso, fingers going up to play with his nipples. Calum gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing as he bucked his hips up to hand. He let out a moan as he pressed the pad of his thumb against his tip, rubbing in steady circles.

He felt the familiar feeling started to build up in his stomach, heat spreading down the inside of his thighs as he teased his tip. His cock throbbed under his hand and he gnawed on his lower lip, his knees feeling weak as he leant a hand against the cold tile to hold himself up.

His toes slightly curled as he let out one last moan, pumping himself through his orgasm as he painted his stomach white before the water washed the cum away.

Calum leant his forehead against the cold, grey tiles as his breathing laboured, cock limp in his hand. There was a knock on the bathroom door and Calum let out a groan.

"Yeah?"

"Hurry your ass up. We have twenty minutes to get to college," Ashton yelled through the door. "Fuck," Calum's eyes widened as he quickly grabbed his Apple scented shampoo.

"I'll he five minutes," he yelled back, pretty sure Ashton muttered a joke about him being Asian which he was going to slap him for when he got out of the shower.

*

"You know, you talk in your sleep."

Calum's head snapped to look at Ashton across the table. They were currently sitting in their local coffee shop after they both had finished their classes for the day. "W-what w-was I saying?" Calum stuttered out, his cheeks turning pink.

"Well, you look like you already know," Ashton teased, smirking as he leant back, taking a sip of his iced coffee. "Oh fuck. Harder," Ashton mimicked, faking a moan and Calum slumped in his seat, his face heating up in embarrassment.

"I don't even remember the dream," Calum sighed, his eyebrows pulling together because who the hell was he dreaming about. "Don't worry about it. I never knew you were so vocal," Ashton replied, wiggling his eyebrows at his best friend.

Calum sipped on his own iced coffee, his mind flashing back to the blue eyes he couldn't seem to get out of his head. Now, Calum wasn't an idiot. He was completely aware of the supernatural world that had let its self appear in the last few decades,
Ashton himself was a witch or what he preferred was warlock because he always whined about the term witch making him sound too feminine.

"I think someone's fucking with me," Calum grumbled and Ashton hummed in response, his eyes locked onto the cute, pale skinned barista behind the counter. Vampire probably, Calum thought.

"Best friend in distress here. You can fuck the cute vampire with your eyes after," Calum whined, snapping his fingers in front of the hazel eyed witch. "Calum." Ashton snapped as the barista looked their way, his dark pink lips turning up as he locked eyes with Ashton, his cheeks flushing slightly.

"Only stating the obvious," Calum sniggered and Ashton narrowed his eyes at the kiwi boy, muttering under his breath as he tilted his fingers, making Calum's coffee spill all over his white t-shirt.

"Oh, For fucks sake! Asston the fucking hormonal witch."