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Michael cannot believe how completely exhilarated yet completely dead tired he feels at once but it’s making him dizzy. The cast is doing their final bow for their final performance and the show has been a massive hit with rave reviews and packed theaters at every show.
He’s drenched in sweat from constantly moving props and sets and standing in the crowded backstage and wearing nothing but all long-sleeved black because Luke says his pale-as-fuck skin is blinding to the audience and Michael doesn’t want to fuck up the show.
Behind the scenes, there have been minor issues over the past week, like people (Ashton) getting covered in hickeys (whoops how did that happen), costumes getting torn, and some stuff with the microphones but overall nothing too bad.
For the sixth time, the cast does its final bow on stage, directing applause to the crew, directors and sound. Even though Michael has no reason to, he blushes whenever Ashton specifically points him out backstage. Luckily, he can hide his flushed cheeks under his sweat because his severe lack of workouts ever did nothing to help him for all the lifting and carrying and running around he’d have to do for the past week.
Fortunately, and unfortunately, it’s the last time he’ll be doing this.
The cast runs back stage and the house lights go up (those are the lights that go up over the audience, he pays attention.) He can vaguely see people start to pile out the theater when he’s barreled over by Luke.
“WE DID IT!!” He shouts in his ear.
“We did, mate,” Michael hugs him back. “Awesome sound.”
“Awesome paint. I heard so many people say how amazing the sets looked.”
Luke pulls away and goes and hugs the next available person and suddenly someone’s arms are wrapped around him from behind. Michael would normally tense, but so many people have been touching him over the past week (and the past few months now that he thinks about it) that he’s now normalized to touch.
“Hey babe,” Ashton’s lips are right behind his ear so Michael leans his head back.
“Amazing job out there,” Michael says in the midst of the chaos.
“Same to you. I can’t wait for tonight...” Ashton moves his hands so they hover just over his waistline.
“You fucking tease-”
“CONGRATULATIONS OUR BIG STAR!!” Anne Marie says, suddenly appearing from beside them. Ashton and Michael jump apart.
“Hi Mom,” Ashton says, with his bashful blush that lights up his cheeks. “Let’s keep it down-”
Probably just because he said that, Anne Marie bring him in for a big hug and kisses his cheeks and makes a big deal while Michael looks on and Lauren and Harry roll their eyes.
Then, Michael’s pulled away by his own mom, who tells him how amazing he was.
“I’m like 99% sure you couldn’t see me.”
“That’s what made you so amazing!” She has unironic tears in her eyes and she hugs him tightly.
“Mum.”
“I’m so proud of you,” She says in his ear and his body gets all red again.
“Thanks.” He says, embarrassed, as she pulls away.
After their moms gush over the both of them together, they tell them to have fun at the party tonight and not to drive if they’re drinking and leave them to celebrate.
“Party?” Michael asks Ashton once they’re finally alone again.
“We didn’t tell you? After we strike the set, Feldy throws a massive party and we all get trashed at his place and have an epic sleepover. It’s the best night of the year,” Ashton says, bouncing a bit.
“An epic sleepover, hmm?” Michael spins so they’re facing and pulls his boyfriend close by his hips. “Bet I know a way to make it more epic.” He says this while he moves their lips closer.
Ashton licks at his own lips, “Stealing Feldy’s microwave?”
Michael pulls away and raises an eyebrow, “That something you do often?”
He laughs, “May be a bit of a tradition,” He shrugs and pulls Michael closer again, “But I’m more interested in hearing-”
“Stop making out, you horny bastards, we have to strike the set,” Calum says, pulling them apart. He looks as tired as Michael feels, minus the horny energy.
Feldy grabs one of the remaining mics from an actor who hasn’t gotten de-packed and says, “Actually, I think we all just want to party and unwind, so we can strike tomorrow once we’re all... recovered,” He says knowingly.
And, again, all of them cheer.
+
Michael’s still sipping on his first beer. He’s not sure where this night with Ashton will go, and all he knows for sure is that he wants to be sober.
Ashton’s off mingling with Jade, drinking from a water bottle, and talking about something he can’t hear.
Suddenly, there’s an eruption of cheering coming from the kitchen and Michael looks over. Calum, now not wearing a shirt, is struggling to carry a giant microwave.
Ashton whoops and cheers, as do others, as Calum lifts it over his head.
“VICTORY IS MINE!”
“Goddamn it, Hood, put that back!” Feldy shouts, standing on the upstairs balcony with Alex.
“Never!” Calum books it.
“Jesus Christ,” Jesy shakes her head, laughing and sipping one of those pretty drinks girls are always drinking.
Jade goes off so Michael goes over to his boyfriend and says, “Wanna find a bedroom?” Ashton’s eyes go wide so he immediately backtracks, “Wow, that was so fuckin’ forward I’m so sorry-”
“Yeah.”
“I am the worst- Wait what?"
“Yes.”
“Oh.” Michael pauses this time, “Really?”
“Yeah, come on.”
+
Next thing Michael knows Ashton’s got him up against the wall, kissing down his lips to his jaw to his neck.
“Been wanting this for so long,” Ashton says as he marks Michael with a hickey, “Practically since you were a total dick to me on the first day.”
Michael can’t help but channel that same day as he smirks as Ashton tries to yank his shirt off. “That turn you on?”
“I didn’t know whether to punch or kiss you,” Ashton admits, flushed, suddenly freezing in his movements at the admittance. “Or fuck you.” He says breathlessly.
Michael licks his lips and takes his own shirt off and works on Ashton’s, nearly ripping the buttons off but he’s still not convinced the shirt isn’t on loan from the costume department.
“You looked so fucking hot that day,” Michael manages to slide the sleeves off Ashton’s massive arms that remind him of the first day. “Your stupid amazing arms and hair and eyes and stubble like god-”
Ashton whimpers. Honest to god whimpers and Michael goes to undo his boyfriend’s pants, about to sink to his knees when Ashton holds him up.
“It’s your turn,” Ashton says and yanks Michael’s pants down. “Y-you want this right?” He asks as he kneels in front of Michael.
“Yes,” Michael nods so hard he smacks his head into the wall.
Ashton laughs. “Fucking idiot, are you alright?”
“No, but a blowjob would fix it.”
“So cheeky,” Ashton mocks Michael’s accent (even though Michael’s like 95% he’s never said that word) but Michael’s too horny to care so he just tangles his fingers in his boyfriend’s curls as Ashton pulls down his underwear and wraps his lips around the tip of his cock.
“Oh fuck me.” Michael groans, both at the sudden lips on his dick but also at the odd throbbing at the back of his head but he can ignore that.
Ashton pulls off, a sinister look on his face, “Patience.”
Michael snorts, “Back to business, blondie.” He gently tugs Ashton closer.
“Sure thing, Ginger.” Ashton goes right into deepthroating Michael’s dick and Michael moans because, fuck, he loves his boyfriend’s lack of gag reflex.
“God, Ash, your mouth is fuckin’ amazing,” Michael lets his eyes fall closed at all the sensations (Ashton’s lips and tongue and throat are a deadly combination) but he can feel him moan around him more as he starts bobbing his head to the stifled beat of the dance music from below.
Michael can feel himself getting close as he breathing starts becoming uneven, “Wait, stop I don’t want to come yet!”
Ashton pulls back, also a bit out of breath. “Yeah, good call.”
Michael rolls his eyes, “Get up here.” And with that he pulls his boyfriend up and kisses him hard, meanwhile gently guiding them to the bed backwards with his pants around his ankles. (Fuck yeah.)
With his own hands propping him on top of Ashton and Ashton’s hands in his hair, everything feels really fucking right.
Except for one thing that suddenly pops into his head.
He pulls off, “Shit.”
Ashton panics, “What?”
“Oh god, don’t worry, just have to lock the door.”
Ashton laughs, relieved, “Good idea.”
“Stay right there.”
“Like I was going to move.”
And with that, Michael kicks off his jeans and goes to the door. When he turns back, Ashton is lazily stroking himself.
Michael nearly chokes on nothing so he scrambles to go back to his boyfriend, meanwhile grabbing his wallet.
“What’d you grab that for?” Ashton asks as Michael settles himself back on top of him.
Sheepishly, he pulls out a packet of lube and a condom, “These. Hope that’s al-”
Ashton nods quickly, interrupting him. “God yes. Fuck me- fuck me please.”
Jesus, Ashton’s gonna kill him.
Michael pulls down Ashton’s trousers and pants then lubes two fingers. “You ready?”
“Yes, fucking just-”
And with that Michael inserts a finger (slowly, since he doesn’t want Ashton to get hurt, but still wants to get on with it.) Ashton lets out a choked moan as Michael takes this 100% seriously, seeing how his boyfriend is reacting to every movement inside of him.
Eventually, Ashton says, “Another” and Michael eases in another finger, and eventually after that he gets more lube and adds a third finger.
“I-I’m ready, Michael,” Ashton squirms a bit, hips arching off the bed for more.
Michael slowly eases his fingers out of Ashton and preps himself by jerking himself off a bit and rolling on the condom (even though he was plenty hard.)
He adds more lube because he never wants Ashton hurt ever and uses his hand to guide himself in Ashton slowly.
Once he reaches past halfway, he can feel Ashton squirm with impatience again, “I’m not going to break, fuck me already-”
And since he’s almost in anyway, Michael pushes the rest of his cock in roughly then pulls out only to fuck back in just as harsh.
Ashton kicks his head back with a gasp, “Holy fuck Michael-”
“You’re really. Goddamn. Impatient.” Michael teasingly emphasizes with a thrust for each word, “‘D you know that?” He holds himself deep in his boyfriend.
“Fuck” is all Ashton can seem to say at the moment, so Michael keeps going.
And, God, the sounds he makes as he fucks him, are driving Michael closer and closer to the edge. Ashton fucking whimpers. His massive, broad boyfriend who could probably snap his pale ass like a twig whimpers when Michael bites a hickey into his neck (no show to compromise) as he fucks him.
Before he knows it, Michael’s close, and he’s about to warn Ashton but Ashton’s already moaning again and saying how close he is to coming on his dick so Michael can’t help but beg Ashton to “touch himself, baby, come on.”
With a loud groan, hopefully covered up by the house music, Ashton quickly jerks himself off then comes over his hand and chest. With that sight in mind, Michael comes inside of the condom and nearly collapses on top of Ashton, but instead nicely pulls out and falls next to him instead.
“Jesus.” Ashton laughs. “That was awesome.”
“‘That was awesome’?” Michael’s partially offended but jokingly playing it up as he ties up the condom and tosses it in a bin. “We have sex for the first time and that’s all you have to say about it?”
“That was really, fucking awesome,” Ashton says, out of breath. “Wow, that really was amazing.”
Michael turns so he’s on his side and kisses Ashton’s cheek adorably, “Slightly better.”
“You’re such a bad boy sex god.”
Michael giggles against Ashton’s face, “Oh god, more.”
Ashton grins and they just kind of sit in the glow for a moment. Then he says, “Can you believe this all started because you tagged the theater?”
Michael leans over Ashton and grabs him a handful of tissues to clean himself up with, “Thank god for vandalism, huh?”