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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      5_Seconds_of_Summer_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Michael_Clifford/Luke_Hemmings, Calum_Hood/Ashton_Irwin, Michael
      Clifford/Luke_Hemmings/Calum_Hood/Ashton_Irwin
  Character:
      Luke_Hemmings, Michael_Clifford, Calum_Hood, Ashton_Irwin
  Additional Tags:
      Recreational_Drug_Use, Shameless_Smut, Smut, Fluff_and_Smut, Angst_and
      Smut, Angst, Fluff, Emotions, Established_Relationship, Unhealthy
      Relationships, Top!Michael, top!Calum, bottom!Luke, top!ashton,
      bottom!Ashton, Face-Fucking, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Drug_Addiction,
      Drugged_Sex, it's_not_really_rape/non-con, 18-Year-Old_Ashton, 16-Year-
      Old_Luke, 18-Year-Old_Michael, 18-Year-Old_Calum, Foursome_-_M/M/M/M, Is
      it_a_gangbang?_I'm_not_sure, Blow_Jobs, Hand_Jobs, Crying_Luke, Unhappy
      Ending, Come_Swallowing, Kisses, Affection, i_love_affection
  Series:
      Part 2 of Psychedelic_Sunshine
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-23 Chapters: 1/2 Words: 5375
****** The Perfect Whatever ******
by antisocialhood
Summary
     Luke just wants to be Michael's messy, stoned out of this world toy
     with eager eyes and needy sounds.
Notes
     Hey,
     New fic fresh out of my brain, woo.
     I'm not really sure what to say about this because I think the tags/
     warnings speak a lot for themselves, BUT, while it's tagged Rape/Non-
     con, it's not extreme!!!! It's more along the lines of dubious
     consent and drug induced consent, but I felt the need to add that
     warning.
     I also don't know if I should put trigger warnings because I'm kind
     of unsure if these would classify, but I'm going to anyway because I
     want to be sure.
     Drugs are pretty much the only element that is throughout this fic.
     But of course, the other's need to be warned of too.
     Anyway, enough of my ramblings, enjoy the fic!
     Possible Triggers: drugs, rape/non-con.
See the end of the work for more notes
The thing about Michael was he’d claw his way into your heart, plant a seed,
build a house, and destroy everything until your life became nothing but him,
and Luke was all too okay with that.
 
He didn’t mind the first time Michael said ‘I love you’ when they were in the
back alley of a shady bar he was far too young to be going into, or that his
face was pressed to the cold brick wall and his pants were around his ankles as
Michael manhandled him into oblivion.
 
He didn’t mind when Michael used him in front of their friends; the greedy,
hungry looks on Calum’s and Ashton’s faces were empty and confused once Michael
dropped Luke to the floor, a quivering mess because he’d be so soft, so sweet
and now was suddenly so cold.
 
He didn’t mind when Calum picked him up with sad eyes and told him to stop
mumbling, and Ashton wiped away the tear tracks that slid down his cheeks,
because he knew both boys were high as hell on whatever substance they’d last
gotten, and the memory of him on the floor tangled in his pants and shirt torn
in spots would be just a thought in their minds that they’d only share with
Michael.
 
~~~
 
He’s still too young to be in the smoke hazed bar they’re sitting in, and the
bartender seems all too aware of the fact. It’s all Luke can do to pray the man
will say something and they’ll get kicked out and Michael’ll take him home, and
preferably fuck him into the mattress.
 
The man says nothing though, instead refilling the drinks Luke request’s with
soda and watching Michael carefully. Luke can understand why; he looks like a
fourteen year old and Michael looks his age, the delicate eighteen that Luke
still has two years to breach.
 
“You look tired.” Michael’s lips are close to his ear.
 
Luke nods slowly. He has bags that have bags under his eyes, dark purple and
veiny, making him looked bruised and hollow-eyed. “I need a pick-me-up.” He
looks over at Michael.
 
“I think I might have something at home.” He stands, rummaging through his
pockets and tossing a tip on the bar. He shoots the man a smile - the one that
first caught Luke’s attention - before grabbing the younger boys hand, leading
him to the door.
 
It’s cold out, the wind’s nipping at Luke’s nose and throat and he reminds
himself that he needs to steal a few more of Michael’s thick flannels for
nights like these. The sky is dark but for a few stars that Calum used to be
able to name - now he’s lucky if he can remember his own.
 
Michael’s hand is warm though, tight and comforting on Luke’s - makes him
remember when they first met at that seedy club over in Oak Ridge that’s since
then closed down. The older boy’s wearing his denim jacket; the only article of
clothing Luke hasn’t been allowed to put on. The edges are frayed, wispy
strands of blue and white hanging and blowing softly with the wind and tickling
Luke’s right hand.
 
He can see their flat - the streetlight across the way brightening up the front
door because the porch light burned out and Ashton couldn’t seem to unscrew it
from the socket. There’s a light on in the front window, soft against the
blinds and as they draw closer Luke can see the bluish hue from the upstairs
window - Ashton’s room - and figures both Calum and Ashton are home, probably
watching a movie at that.
 
Michael pushes Luke ahead of him up the front stairs, fingers unlatching. Luke
wants to grab the warmth back but instead opens the door and steps into the
heated house, shrugging off the faded band sweatshirt he’d stolen from
Michael’s collection. He can hear Michael locking the door behind him, closing
the cold out before turning off the light in the den.
 
There’s a crinkled fiver on the kitchen table and a white trail - long enough
to leave someone high for a few good hours - that has Luke rolling up the note
and breathing up the line of cocaine. He sniffles for a moment, wrinkling his
nose around and blinking repeatedly.
 
He hates cocaine but god he loved how he felt after it; the sudden happiness
and loss of reality, how he could slip into his own little world and bliss out.
The effects were short lived though, but his brain was too foggy and hazed over
for him to be able to pick up another fiver and snort another line and so
Michael would bring out the heavy stuff.
 
Michael drops into a kitchen chair, cleaning up the mess Luke had left behind
and and snorting it up before locking gazes with Luke. “They’re fucking
upstairs.”
 
“Oh.” Luke blinks, brain slowly comprehending his words. “Like really?”
 
Michael nods, lips curving upwards slowly. “Not quite, Ash’s got his hand down
Calum’s pants.” He unrolls the fiver, dropping it on the table. “Why don’t you
go up and say hi.”
 
Luke’s mind spins and he nods, standing up. He’s smiling, can feel the extra
tightness on his cheeks as his brain bubbles with excitement.
 
“Hey.” Michael calls, drawing Luke’s attention back to him as the blonde made
his way up the stairs. “Don’t forget, I have something new for you to try.”
 
Something new. Luke hums taking the stairs two at a time. He can hear Calum’s
voice, the loud, higher sound than his own, echoing through the hallway.
 
“Fuck off.” Calum whines followed by a yelp. “Ashton!”
 
Luke bites his lower lip, scuffing his feet as he makes his way to Ashton’s
half closed door. He can see the dark haired boy’s face; eyes squeezed shut
tightly and his mouth parted, jaw clenching. Pushing the door open his eyes
catch Ashton, partially leaning onto the younger boy, hand shoved down his
pants and moving steadily.
 
“Hey.” Luke slurs, coughing. He rubs at his eyes, moving towards them.
 
Calum pats the bed, groaning at something Ashton does before the oldest boy
swoops in and licks a stripe up his neck. “Fuck, Ashton, get your fucking
saliva off of me!”
 
“You’re always trying makeout and now you’re gonna bitch?” Ashton asks
teasingly. He grits his teeth, looking at Luke. “Hey, bun.”
 
Luke preens, batting his lashes at Ashton’s affectionate nickname. “Hi Ash.” He
sits down beside Calum, folding his hands in his lap. “Michael got me something
new.”
 
“I know.” Ashton smiles at him, pulling his hand from Calum’s pants, ignoring
his pleas. “You excited?”
 
Luke nods. Ashton rolls his eyes affectionately, moving to unbutton the light-
weight flannel Luke’s wearing. His fingers graze Luke’s shoulder softly as he
pushes the fabric off. The long, dangly chain that hangs around Luke’s neck
drops to his skin and Ashton picks it up, smiling, rubbing his fingers over the
smooth ring.
 
“You’re the lamest druggies I’ve ever met.” Ashton teases, sliding in between
Calum’s open legs. The brunette was focused on the TV, jaw unhinged and eyes
glazed over. “Cal, did you take another pill?”
 
“No, this is really interesting.”
 
Luke laughs, looking back to the door. Michael still hasn’t come up yet and
Luke’s insides are twisting; he misses his boyfriend and it feels like it’s
been hours. When he looks back to his friends he finds them sprawled out on the
pillows, tangled up and kissing. He makes a hurt noise, offended that they’d be
doing something so intimate while he waited for Michael.
 
“Don’t worry, bun.” Ashton pulls away from Calum. “We’re just warming up for
later.”
 
Calum nods, eyes flashing to the door. Luke turns, eyes meet Michael’s red ones
- his heart slams into his ribs when they catch on his bare arms, the bruises
in the crease of his elbow from the needles he can’t seem to stop jabbing
himself with.
 
“You didn’t tell me you got more heroine.” Ashton noses at Calum’s cheek
softly, dragging his hand up the younger boys thigh, eyes locked on Michael.
Michael smiles. He’s holding a packet in his hand, tosses it on the bed beside
Luke’s legs as he pulls the blonde up for a kiss. It’s soft and sweet, and
makes Luke tangle his hands up in Michael's messy hair tightly, tugging.
 
“Hey.” Michael breaths, pulling away. His eyes are bloodshot and watery but
Luke ignores it.
 
He smiles softly, blinking repeatedly before replying. “Hi, Mikey.”
 
“Did you miss me that much, Lu?” Michael teases, hands running over the blondes
shoulders lovingly.
 
Luke blushes, eyelashes fluttering. “You know I did.” He doesn’t mind when
Michael pushes him down onto his knees, instead leaning in and nuzzling against
Michael’s thigh.
 
“Open your mouth,” Michael tuts, brushing Luke’s hair back softly. He picks up
the packet from the bed, breaking off one of the sides and pulling out little
sheets. “LSD.” He wiggles his eyebrows, pulling out three more. “Tongue out.”
 
Luke’s eyes widen as he sticks his tongue out. The little papers have smiley
faces on them - look sort of like the Nirvana smiley face - they’re
dissolvable, Michael says, putting four onto Luke’s tongue. He puts a few on
his own tongue, sitting down on the bed, Luke at his feet.
 
Ashton hums, reaching to pet Luke’s hair back. The blonde sighs, leaning into
the touch, cheek resting on Michael’s knee.
 
Calum grips his jaw, pulling him away from Michael. “Almost done.” He remarks,
patting the boys cheek softly and pushing his face away. Luke nuzzles back
against Michael’s leg, fingers playing at the hemline of his jeans around his
ankle.
 
It’s sudden, the way Michael’s jeans seem to be textured even more than usual.
He blinks, running his hand along the older boys thigh softly, eyebrows knit in
confusion. It’s hard to lift up his arm, feels like there are weights piled on
top of him, holding him down. He drops his arm to his side, frowning.
 
“Why-?” Luke trails off, blinking repeatedly. There are colours - bright and
fluorescent, nearly blinding and spinning around - behind his eyelids. He’s
smiling, can feel it, but reaches up to touch his mouth. His fingers feel weird
against his face, like his hand fell asleep and the pins and needles haven’t
yet set in from his movement - it’s like he’s touching someone else.
 
Michael’s hand is in his hair, pushing it back affectionately and tipping his
head back slightly. Luke looks up at him; knows his mouth’s open slightly and
he probably looks clueless as hell.
“He’s got goosebumps.” Ashton remarks, fingers trailing down Luke’s right arm
softly. It’s a sensation, feels like every nerve ending in his arm is on fire -
devouring the tiny touches pressed into his body.
 
“Thats a side effect.” Calum says quietly. He climbs off of the bed. His pants
are unzipped and Luke can see the blue material of his boxers beneath.
 
Luke swallows slowly, drawling his legs up under his body, perched on his knees
and toes. He runs his hands up Michael’s thighs, stopping halfway up and
sliding back down towards his knees. “Hi.” He mumbles, looking up at Michael
shyly.
 
“Why don’t you come sit on the bed.” Michael pats the mattress, smiling when
Luke bounds off of the floor and onto the bed, curling into Michael’s side
automatically.
 
Luke hums as Michael turns, letting Luke fall into his chest. His fingers are
on Michael’s stomach, pressing into the softness almost for support. He works
them down his boyfriend's torso, playing on the waistline of Michael’s jeans.
There are lips on his shoulder, soft and eager, chapped a little too, not that
Luke minds.
 
Ashton brushes back Luke’s hair and the blonde looks up at him. “Why don’t you
take your pants off, bun.”
 
Luke nods, the feeling alien to his hazed over mind. He pulls back from
Michael’s chest, almost toppling over backwards as he struggles to stand up.
Calum’s hands are on him in a second, gripping the blondes forearms and holding
him as Luke’s mind spins; everything is swirling and the prettiest colours he’s
ever seen.
 
“Pants, Lu.” Michael says softly, brushing his hand across Luke’s hipbone.
 
Luke opens his mouth a few times, no words slipping from between his lips. He
tugs at his jeans, watching as Calum’s fingers pop the button and pull down the
zipper smoothly. Luke’s eyes are drawn to Calum’s hands, the lines sketched in
from work and wear, and also the ones printed into his skin; they’re beautiful
and Luke can’t help but voice his thoughts.
 
Calum smiles at the soft words, helping Luke pull his jeans off before settling
back on the bed near Michael. Luke beams, running his hand over the waistband
of his boxers and then tugging them down.
 
“Lu.” Michael sighs. He reaches out for the blonde with grabby hands, and Luke
almost falls into him, straddling his left leg and pushing him onto his back.
 
Michael’s hair is pretty, soft and shiny against the white bedspread. It’s
brown now - close to his natural colour that Luke loves so dearly- and longer
than usual. It curls at the nape of his neck after showers or when he’s
sweating, and Luke’s always tangling his fingers in it - much to Michael’s
annoyance.
 
From the corner of his eye, Luke can see Calum partially on top of Ashton,
their noses brushing like an eskimo kiss. He grins, feeling Michael’s hands on
his waist, pulling him higher up onto his body.
 
Michael brushes his lips across Luke’s softly before kissing the blonde,
licking into his mouth teasingly. He tastes faintly like metal - like iron -
and Luke huffs softly, eyes slipping shut. He nips at Michael’s lower lip, can
feel the soft grip of his boyfriends right hand sliding down to cup his ass as
he grinds up into the blonde.
 
Luke hates the friction from Michael’s rough jeans, lets out a soft groan of
complaint against Michael’s mouth. “Can you take your jeans off, please?”
 
“Yeah,” Michael whispers. He waits for Luke to move off of him before undoing
the button and zipper, and tugging the tight material down his legs. Luke
watches, bites his lower lip and clasps his hands in his lap.
 
“Bun.”
 
Luke turns, shifting his body to face Ashton. The older boy has Calum on his
back, jeans and boxers around his knees and shirt pushed up exposing his belly
button and nipples. He’s perched on Calum’s hips, naked, grinding down onto
Calum’s exposed cock, allowing it to slip between his cheeks every so often. He
pats Calum’s stomach and the younger boy tenses, the muscles in his tummy
shifting under Ashton’s touch.
 
Michael’s mouth is on his neck, just below his ear and Luke can feel his cock
brushing against his ass teasingly. He lets out a soft sound, something close
to a whimper, hips pressing back to feel Michael’s heated length on his skin.
 
“Lay down, Lu.” Michael says, pushing at the blondes shoulder softly.
 
Luke drops onto his back, resting on his elbows. His legs are bent, spread wide
for Michael to crawl between. He feels the bed shift from behind him, feels the
soft hands on his shoulders pushing him flat onto his back. Ashton towers over
him, smiling, His hair’s falling in his face, messy curls flopping around as he
leans down to rub his nose against Luke’s.
 
Calum drops down beside him, taking his hand in his own and interlacing their
fingers. He wants to pull Calum’s hand over, press some kisses to it as a thank
you, but can’t find it in himself to actually move his arm.
 
“You look really pretty, bun.” Ashton comments. He’s hovering over Luke’s face,
curls reaching down to brush his skin.
 
Luke smiles softly, reaches out to touch his leg. He can feel Michael between
his own, the thick heat from his body echoing onto Luke’s. His fingers dance
along Luke’s thighs, moving to his hips and up to his belly button. Luke can’t
help the whine that comes from his mouth, or how his cock twitches at the soft
touches.
 
Michael’s hand ghosts over his length, eyes focused on Luke’s.
 
“Mikey, please.” Luke shudders when Michael’s hand wraps around him, giving
small tugs. He hums softly, reaching for Calum whose hands are sprawled across
Michael’s torso, having moved from Luke’s side.
 
Ashton leans down, pressing a soft kiss to Luke’s forehead, glancing up to
Michael. The brunette’s hand is moving languidly, the other on Calum’s hip as
he mouths at Michael’s throat.
 
Luke’s blissed out, head spinning as Michael pumps him quickly a few times,
thumb swiping over his tip before letting go and leaning over the blonde,
capturing his lips in a hard kiss. Michael pushes off of him, breaking their
lips and leaving Luke whining in annoyance. He makes grabby hands at Ashton,
and the oldest presses the clear, half-empty bottle into his left hand.
 
“Should’a made him wear a plug.” Calum says, watching Michael slick up his
fingers. He leans in, biting his shoulder.
 
Michael nods, “Next time.” He rubs his pointer finger on the underside of
Luke’s cock, watching it jump.
 
Luke sighs, lifting his legs up for Michael. It’s hard, his body feels like
jelly, heavy and unwilling to move. Ashton grabs his ankles, helping him shift
further onto his back, leaving his ass exposed.
 
Calum hums, reaching down to grab Luke’s ass, pinky finger circling his rim.
“You look really nice like this. All exposed and impatient, just wanting
Michael’s fingers in you.”
 
“This is why you’re always gagged.” Ashton snipes, swatting at Calum’s
lingering words. “You’re shitty at dirty talk.”
 
Luke’s trying to stay focused on how Michael’s looking at him with heavy eyes,
pressed in between Luke’s spread legs and fingers dripping with lube as they
tease around his swollen cock. He can hear the other two bickering but can't
seem to tune into their voices - doesn’t understand how they’re always talking
in the middle of sex for that matter, wonders if their so attuned to each other
that it sort of just flows naturally - can’t seem to unlatch his eyes from
Michael’s. They suddenly look sad, the flaming green that’s naturally so bright
and hungry is dulled, soft and open - it’s unlike Michael to give away his
emotions so clearly and it has Luke’s heart aching - he wants to sit up, curl
into his boyfriend and ask him what’s wrong.
 
Michael seems to snap from it though, shaking his head and gripping Luke’s
right thigh. He smiles down at Luke, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “What’s
wrong, Lu?”
 
Luke gapes at him. He murmurs quietly, no actual words forming and Michael
laughs. He leans over Luke, lower lip pulled into his mouth tightly. Luke can
see his teeth - they’re so white, it’s almost shocking - and leans up,
expecting a kiss. Instead, he feels Michael’s finger, warm and slick, pressing
into him slowly.
 
“So good, bun.” Ashton coo’s, having dropped the banter with Calum. He pets his
fingers through Luke’s hair, smoothing it back as the blonde lets out small
gasps.
 
Michael’s knuckle deep in the boy when he leans over and kisses Calum.
Something inside of Luke stings - they’ve kissed before, and Luke knows they’ve
done more, but every kiss is like a stab to his heart - and he whines, pressing
his hips back harshly against Michael’s palm. It’s a stretch, always is, and
Luke can hear himself letting out these wicked little pants that has Ashton
biting his lower lip, shuffling closer to Luke’s face so his thighs bracket the
blondes head.
 
“Lu.” Michael sounds almost disappointed as he moves his finger slowly, curling
it every two thrusts in. He can feel another finger - just barely - rubbing
around his rim, dipping in shortly and pulling back, teasing.
 
His head is tilting and everything’s jumbling up into a mess. His vision blurs
slightly and he gasps, another finger joining the first. Michael curls his
fingers, nudging them forward into the blonde quickly.
 
Calum’s hand is wrapped around Michael’s cock, his tongue dipping in to tease
the tip. He’s staring at Ashton, Luke can feel his eyes hovering on the boy
above him. He hears Ashton scoff under his breath, quickly wondering if he
imagined it until Ashton’s kissing him, nibbling at his bottom lip and licking
into his mouth, devouring Luke’s taste.
 
“The fuck, Ash?” Michael snaps, pushing a third finger into Luke almost
roughly. His jaw is clenched, teeth probably grinding down angrily. Luke
struggles between breaking the searingly hot kiss and meeting Michael’s heavy
gaze, or allowing himself to kiss the curly haired boy.
 
Their lips broke apart, not from Luke’s hasty decision making but the tight
tattooed hand lacing its way through Ashton’s curls and tugging. Calum’s
glaring, eyes setting fire to Ashton’s being. He doesn’t say anything, but Luke
can feel his words rolling off of his body, hot and angry.
 
His eyes flash to Luke, softening at the blondes helpless and messy gaze. Luke
knows he probably looks starstruck, mouth open slightly, still wet from
Ashton’s, and hungry blue eyes draped over his ever pale complexion and messy
hair. Calum leans in, nuzzling Luke’s cheek much to the blondes comfort. Luke
all but purrs, letting out a broken gasp as Michael fucks his fingers up into
the blonde roughly, almost like a warning to pay attention.
 
“Bun,” Ashton says softly, petting his hair again. “Open your mouth,”
 
Luke does, eyes following Ashton’s movement, locking on the bright orange pill
as it’s placed on his outstretched tongue. It tastes like medicine -a step up
from the strong metallic taste left from Michael’s mouth and the smiley faced
LSD tablets.
 
Kisses are being pressed into his torso. Michael, of course. His eyes are dull
again as he looks up Luke, pressing the blondes legs open, nearly folding them
up onto his chest. Luke watches with desperate eyes as Michael rolls a condom
down his swollen, angry pink-purple-coloured cock and slicks it up with lube,
stroking himself a few times. He plants his hands on either side of Luke’s
torso, peppering his face with kisses as he inches into the blondes body.
 
Ashton’s fingers are playing in his hair, scratching his scalp softly, and
Calum’s running his right hand up Luke’s side, the left slowly jerking at
Ashton’s cock. They’re beautiful, Luke thinks, how they move so fluently, are
so accustomed to each others bodies and effortlessly glide together. Luke
groans, feeling Michael’s thickness stretching him, and tries to keep his
breathy pants to himself.
 
Michael sighs, almost fully into the blonde. His hips stutter and Calum snorts
only to have Luke smack his thigh softly. He gives a thorough thrust, pulling
back and shifting forward again. A broken whine leaves Luke’s lips, the blondes
eyes slipping shut and his head tipping back. He reaches up, grabbing at
Michaels arm, hips stuttering up to meet his boyfriends.
 
“Luke, fuck.” Michael snaps his hips forward as Luke’s fingers latch onto the
dark bruises indented in the curve of his elbow. “No.” He pushes Luke’s hands
away angrily and the blonde nearly whimpers. He grabs at Luke’s hips, dragging
the boy up further so he’s laying more on his upper back and neck as Michael
continues thrusting into him at a steady and hard pace. Michael rolls over onto
his side, dragging Luke with him.
 
Ashton grabs Luke’s hands, previously pulled from Calum’s grasp and shifts down
on his left to crouch over the blonde. He leans down, eyes carefully locked on
Luke’s expression before his tongue darts out, swiping delicately over Luke’s
left nipple.
 
“Ash,” Luke groans, voice breaking heavily at the end. He grits his teeth,
squeezing his eyes shut hard. There’s suddenly a mouth at his cock, breath hot.
It leaves Luke squirming, nearly ready to plead for more.
 
His cock is twitching when a hand wraps around it, smacking it from side to
side before swallowing it down, tongue pressing to the veins on the underside.
Every part of him is being worked, and Luke can’t hold in the breathy sounds
that fall from his lips.
 
Michael rolls his hips, leaning further from Luke’s body, hitting his prostate
dead on. The blonde cries out, hands slamming down into the bed. He didn’t know
he had the strength in him until his fingers are wrapped tightly through
Calum’s hair and is forcing his mouth down his cock further.
 
“Fuck.” Luke whimpers, “Right there.”
 
Michael drives forward, rocking Luke’s body back. The blonde’s quivering,
fighting the delicious sensation of Ashtons lips darting between his nipples
and sucking hard, to Calum’s hot mouth swallowing him down over and over. He
know’s he’s about to come, can feel his cock almost pleading for release.
 
Calum’s lips are tight around Luke’s cock, working him over the edge at a fast
pace.
 
Luke whimpers as he comes, body jerking upward, straying from Michael’s now
inconsistent thrusts. He’s tugging at Calum’s hair, still thrusting up some
into his sinful mouth while he groans, body shaking.
 
“Look so good, Lu.” Michael pants. He leans down, brushing past Ashton who’s
move onto sucking soft marks into Luke’s chest, and kisses him.
 
Michael’s slowing down, hips rutting into his harder now as he nears himself.
His eyes are closed and Luke’s on the verge of beginning - he’s sensitive and
Michael’s driving into him hard. He blinks a few times, watching Calum and
Ashton kiss over his head and Michael lean over, wrapping a hand around
Ashton’s cock, steadily stroking it as the oldest boy’s hips jut forward.
 
Luke reaches for Calum with shaky hands, strokes his fingers over the boys cock
a few times, drawing him closer. He isn’t surprised when Calum climbs over him,
lips still locked with Ashton, and smacks his cock against Luke's lips. The
blonde waits a moment before opening his mouth, allowing Calum’s heavy, swollen
flesh in. He tastes good - which would explain why all of the cranberry juice
was gone - and his hips are unrelenting, almost as tedious as Michael’s who’s
gritting out Luke’s name like a prayer.
 
Warm wetness lands on Luke’s chest, leaving him with drops of white and
Michael’s hand smearing it around his torso, his free hand still stroking
Ashton through his orgasm. Luke groans, reaching up to cup Calum’s balls - he’s
desperate now, needs to taste him fully - squeezes them softly, rolling them
around in his hand.
 
It’s not surprising when Calum comes with a loud grunt, hips jacking into
Luke’s face repeatedly as the blonde struggles to swallow his load. He pulls
himself from Luke’s mouth, swiping his pointer finger in the spunk dribbling
down Luke’s chin and dips his finger into the blondes mouth, smiling as Luke
licks at his finger almost shyly.
 
“Fuck.” Michael jackhammers into Luke, driving the blonde up into an almost
sitting position as he comes, emptying himself into the condom. He thrusts a
few extra times before pulling out slowly, petting back Luke’s hair when he
lets out a soft whimper, face scrunched up at the sensitivity.
 
Luke flops back onto his back, allowing Calum and Ashton to pet him, eyes
following Michael as he slides off of the bed on shaky legs and moves to the
trashbin where he deposits the now tied condom.
 
He looks over at the three on the bed, smiling weakly. “Get off of my
boyfriend.”
 
~~~
 
Luke sits on the kitchen table in nothing but one of Michael’s t-shirts. Post
drugged sex meant pancakes and chocolate milk, which just so happened to be
Michael’s specialty.
 
“I think I’m going to stop.” Michael stirs the pancake batter slowly, looking
for chunks. “Heroine, I mean.”
 
Luke hums, playing with the hem of the shirt. It was frayed - courtesy of
Ashton - and ripped in a few spots. “Can you?”
 
He didn’t look up, couldn’t bring himself to. The bruises in the crooks of
Michael’s elbows were like tattoos, never leaving and always visible, and Luke
learned to love them. He wasn’t sure if it was the drugged haze that he lived
in with Michael that made the idea of his boyfriend stabbing himself with
needles to feel a rush seem ok, or that he’d gotten so used to them that they
comforted him, made him know that Michael was in the right mindspace to be
jabbing himself.
 
“I need to.” Michael replies. He sprinkles a few drops of water into the heated
skillet, watched them sizzle out before pouring the batter in. He turns the
heat down to low, turning to look at Luke.
“Why?” Luke asks. He knows it’s not a fair question to be asking but he can’t
help it, needs to know how Michael could leave it behind.
 
Michael sighs, pressing Luke’s legs open and stepping between them. He’s almost
as tall as Luke and it makes the blonde smile slightly. He grabs the chain
situated around Luke’s neck, holds it up in between their faces. “You. Our
future. I wanna be here and I wanna be alright and I want you to be too.”
Luke wants to tell him that he’ll be fine, that heroine won’t ruin their
future, but he can’t lie and he can’t go back. “Alright.”
 
He watches Michael move back to the stove, checking the pancake before flipping
it and turning back. Michael stares at Luke, green eyes that same dull colour
they’d been earlier. He looks disappointed besides sad and Luke’s heart aches.
 
“We can’t just leave this all behind.” Luke whispers when Michael doesn’t say
anything. He doesn’t know what to say, he wants to support Michael's decision
but he doesn’t want things to change, wants it all to stay the same where he
can trip out on LSD and have his boyfriend and two friends in bed.
 
Michael shakes his head, taking the pancake out and pouring more batter in.
“I’m not-”
 
“I’m sixteen, Michael, and this is all I know.” Luke mumbles. He rubs at his
eyes even though there are no tears, yet. “I can’t- I can’t go out into the
real world.”
 
“I know, Lu and I’m sorry.”
 
“This is my life Michael, I don’t know how to do anything else.” He shakes his
head. “I don’t want to know anything else.”
 
He’s selfish and petty, and he’s holding Michael back, letting him put things
in his body all because Luke wants to feel something, but he can’t let go, he
won’t. There’s a thin line between the two of them and Luke’s watching it cave
in slowly.
 
“I can’t do this anymore.” Michael drops the spatula, the plastic utensil
clattering to the floor. “I can’t kill myself anymore.”
 
Luke’s crying now, fat drops are rolling down his face faster than he can brush
them away. He wants to say he’ll stop, support Michael and end all of this
disastrous shit, but the words won’t come out and Luke doesn’t want them to.
“What are you going to do?” It’s a stupid question, probably the reason
Michael’s eyes brim with unshed tears.
 
“I’ve gotta leave.” He chokes on the words almost as much as Luke does.
 
It’s a broken promise now, the ring that hangs around Luke’s neck on a stupid,
fragile chain, an empty reminder. Luke hates it suddenly, feels the metal
burning into his skin and within a moment it’s broken and on the floor at his
feet, having hit with a clunk.
 
Michael looks from the broken chain and ring to Luke, looking as wrecked and
lost as Luke feels. It’s an ending, capsizing their ship and dragging them down
alongside it, and Luke’s drowning, kicking his feet as hard as he can to stay
afloat, but Michael’s in a lifeboat paddling safely to shore, and somehow,
although Luke’s trying to keep himself from dropping to the floor in tears as
Michael stares at him, distraught and scared, Luke laughs because he’d worked
so hard to be the wrecked, drugged up little toy Michael had wanted and it’d
all backfired in his face and now he was too far in to call the shots, and
Michael’s line had finally ran out.
 
And Luke was sinking down hard as his mind twisted around the perfect whatever.
End Notes
     So, I was a little anxious to write and post this because of the
     different elements throughout the story, and even now that it's up
     I'm terrified for the feedback I'll receive. But I'm eager to hear
     your thoughts, so feel free to leave them; whether negative or
     positive (just don't beat me down if you don't have to)
     I've got a strange, bad brain, sorry, I can't help it and I kind of
     like the whole addict!5sos scenario's because I feel like drugs (as
     bad as they are) kind of level the playing field and up the way
     someone can write a story because of all of the different sensations
     that can be felt that a sobered up person wouldn't recognize.
     I know this is sort of late and uncared for but I do condone drug use
     for recreational purposes, just not the heavy stuff, and while there
     is a lot of controversy surrounding the whole subject, I really don't
     see all the bad in certain substances, but that is also just my
     opinion and I would like it to stay as my thoughts only and not cause
     a debate and/or sudden issue.
     Also, I'm still unsure if this really contained any non-con elements
     but I feel like it was much safer to say there was than to pretend
     like there wasn't, and I hope you all agree.
     So, I was stuck between Muke or OT4 and I received a lot of feedback
     on tumblr but decided to follow a slight Muke-Centric OT4 idea given
     by the wonderful mikeykink, so thank you so much bro!
     This was fun to write but the ending was hard, it really kind of came
     out of nowhere but I'm quite fond of it and I hope you all are too.
     I'm rambling again, i'm sorry.
     Also, there might, just might be a second part (i'm 99% sure there
     will be, but I'm not going to leave this unfinished until I'm
     positive)
     Kudos if you enjoyed, and feedback is appreciated!!
     Much love,
     x
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