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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      5_Seconds_of_Summer_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Luke_Hemmings/Ashton_Irwin, Michael_Clifford/Ashton_Irwin
  Character:
      Ashton_Irwin, Luke_Hemmings, Calum_Hood, Michael_Clifford, Liz_Hemmings,
      Andrew_Hemmings, Karen_Clifford, Daryl_Clifford
  Additional Tags:
      Webcam/Video_Chat_Sex, Cam_boy, Masturbation, Dirty_Talk, luke_is_17
      thats_why_I_put_underage, michael_is_18, Ashton_has_just_turned_19, he's
      also_gay, They're_All_Gay, slight_homophobia, but_its_not_real, you'll
      see_why_-_Freeform
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-18 Updated: 2016-08-20 Chapters: 3/? Words: 4877
****** AshXx Is Online ******
by PeachyYoonmin
Summary
     Ashton has just turned 19 and is finally old enough to join
     "CamBoysXXX". With only his mother around, Ashton has to rake up the
     money somehow, and will do anything to support his family...except he
     is hoping they will never twig what's really going on behind closed
     doors...
Notes
     I don't own the boys, the ending (which inspired this whole fic) IS
     NOT TRUE!!! Just something I wanted to write about.
***** "Sign up here" *****
The slam of a door was what set it off. That was all.
~Ashton POV~
I didn't even need to hear the words coming out of my boss' mouth; I knew them
all too well. It was along the lines of "You're too loud" "You're here to serve
food, not tap on every counter around you!" or "You're fired" or some other
shit. I didn't care though, the slamming of a door in my face and the vein
about to pop on the woman's head in front of me gave me the idea it was over. I
tossed my name tag to one of the other workers in a wave of frustration and
shoved my arms forward to open the glass doors.
Running down the road, I stopped on a curb; yanking my shirt off and replacing
it with a black printed batman shirt. I didn't need them. The smell of chicken
was far behind me by now, which was just another reminder that I was jobless. I
was jobless. But again, I didn't need them.
Or so I thought. I kept walking down the long empty street and it finally hit
me like a baseball bat to the stomach: I had fucked up. Bad. I felt my knees
give out below me and as I sank to the grass beside me, I let out a sob of
anger. What had I done? I lost my stupid job and it was my own fucking fault.
Who's gonna buy the food? clothes? How are we gonna afford petrol money? I
sighed and look up to see a group of boys walking past, one begins to turn his
glance into a stare as his tall legs carry him along the street. His blue eyes
sunk into mine; his lip slowly gripping down on his silver lipring which rested
on his soft pink lip. I tried to drag my attention to the other boys who just
looked at the blue eyed boy, then back over to me.
"Why are you staring at my friend? Some sorta faggot?" one of the others
yelled. The word really affected me inside; no one knew...I was gay. I looked
over to the boy going over his entire body from his tight black skinny jeans
and ripped Iron Maiden shirt to his mousy brown ruffled hair. His eyes were
sharp and almost cat-like, unlike his friend's whose gaze kinda just melted
into mine. The green irises of the brown haired boy dug into me like daggers,
but there was just something not right about this boy; besides his obvious
homophobic attitude towards me. No, this guy's stare was like no other. His
head tilted slightly, as if he was looking down on me, told me there was more
to this stare than I thought.
"What's your problem?" I yelled back. The smaller boy hidden behind the green
eyed boy had a face like he'd sat on a pin. His eyes shot open, and the cat-
like boy grinned like he'd been set a challenge. He let out a small laugh.
"It's fags like you that are ruining Luke, here. We want him to be like us, and
then you're there looking all pretty and shit and it's turning him!" He began
to step out into the road to cross, but was suddenly pulled back.
"I don't see why yo-"
"Mikey, lets leave it, he probably has the shit beaten out of him all the time"
Another boy, a quieter one, stepped out from behind the cat b- 'Michael' and
pulled him down the road.
I was left with multiple questions: who was that kid? Why was someone like that
Luke guy friends with Michael? And why did he call me pretty? I shrugged it off
and dragged myself back home where I prepared for the questions.
I passed the time by staring up at the sunset sky; counting the birds that flew
above me and soared higher into the pink and blue sky. Finally, I found myself
face to face with the front door of my home. I fumbled with the keys in my
thin, long fingers, struggling to get the small metal object into the lock. As
the door swung open, I felt the same old atmosphere swarm me. The lights were
off as the sun gently made it's way further and further down, and my brother
and sister were already in bed, and my mother was nowhere to be found, so I
hauled myself up the stairs and opened up the door to my bedroom, chucking my
bag onto my bed and going over to my desk.
I had no plans that night, and on nights like this, these next few hours
usually would consist of Tumblr and Twitter. I pulled open the lid of my laptop
and put in the password. Automatically, my tabs had opened up from my previous
browsing sessions and left me staring at this one email. I was not expecting my
emails to be open, but I was DEFINITELY not expecting to see what I saw.
"Boys for Boys. Sign up for free and start making a living today! CamBoysXXX" I
read quietly to myself. I hovered over the link a few times before finally
clicking it. A new tab opened up with a few contact details and a frame of
boys' photos around the page. "$40+ per chat. Start today!" I quickly looked
around the room to make sure no one was around...this couldn't be that bad,
right? I read some of the terms and conditions, accepting and going on to the
next page
"Sign Up, here".
***** How many X's is too many? *****
~Ashton POV~
I sit back in my chair and crack my knuckles. The small cursor line blinking at
me as I search my mind for a name. Come on Ash, it's just a name for a cam
site, it's nothing special. Except it kinda is. I can't have a shitty name or
no one will want to chat to me. A cute name is not what I'm after, and my real
name is DEFINITELY out of the question right now.
I'm leaning back in my chair again when my eye catches on my small drum kit in
the corner of the room. "Ash." I say to myself. I type in the 3 characters and
wait for the space above the box to flash up saying it's an available name. And
then I realised. I'm not the only Ash in the world. I try everything from
different numbers on the end going from "Ash94" to "Ash18", but they're all
taken.
"Got it!" I say to myself. My fingers roam over the keys on my laptop and I sit
back satisfied as a giant green tick and the word 'AVAILABLE' flashes up. After
entering a few more details, I'm finally logged in and am greeted by a message
in my inbox from the site. "Welcome AshXx" Now to see who's online.
After a good 10 minutes of looking through the boys online, I decide I'm going
to set up. I pull the curtains shut, lock my door, and sit back in my chair. I
pull a mirror out my bedroom drawer and check my hair; fingers tangling in the
short blonde waves. I set my cam up, and click the "START BROADCAST" button,
watching as the small dull dot on my laptop begins to glow. A room opened and
suddenly a few people showed up. Deep breaths. This is happening.
"Hey guys, I'm AshXx. I'm new here, so I apologise if I'm a little rusty" I
laugh and lean further down to read a comment.
" _LUcKypEnguin says: 'Hey Ash. You're hot. Can we see more of you?'" I chuckle
deeply as I read the comment. I knew at some point I'd end up naked, but I
wasn't expecting it to happen this quick.
"Well, underscore Lucky Penguin, it depends. It's gonna cost you." I stuck my
tongue out after I replied.
"How much?"
"Hmm...well I have a family to raise, and I wanna leave this thing with more
than $10, sooo...I'll say tip $10 to lose the shirt, $15 for my jeans, $20 for
my boxers, $40 and I'll do whatever you want." I watched the chat bar as a
bubble popped up as if the person was typing. There were 20 people watching me,
but it seemed like this guy was the only one REALLY interested. The bubble
disappeared before a message popped up. Well shit.
"I'll pay for all of that. If I can get a private show". I gulped at the
comment. It's okay when there's more people because it's less pressure. But on
a private show, you have to put so much focus on that one person. But it was
better than nothing.
"You can all see the chat bar, guys. I'm off for now. But I'll be back again
soon." And with that I stopped my broadcast. I went up to the searchbar and
looked for the guy again. I couldn't remember his name entirely, but finally
got it once the capitals were all in the right place. Hmm, Luke. That's a cute
name. A room opened up and a chat bar opened up.
AshXx: Hey Xx
_LUcKypEnguin: Hi :-)
AshXx: I'm curious, how old are you, really? I hear all these stories about
guys saying they're 20 but really they're 50.
_LUcKypEnguin: You see, this is why I was gonna put a number on my name! I'm
um...don't yell at me...I'm 17. I was gonna be _LUckYpEnguin96, but I didn't
wanna get shit for it.
AshXx: Shit, you're underage?
_LUcKypEnguin: I mean kinda. I'm over 16, so technically I'm legal. Just not on
here :-)
AshXx: Fair enough. So am I gonna be the only one on camera or are you gonna
show yourself?
_LUcKypEnguin: I'll show myself. I mean, I already have...
I wonder for a second what he means by that. I begin to ask when a box comes up
saying the guy wants to video call. The box opens up wider and I'm back on
camera. I was a little disappointed as he had his camera turned off so I
couldn't see him. I stay still for a while unsure what to do.
"Um...so what do you want me to do? Do you have a name?" I wait and see the
bubble pop back up. He says his name is Luke, so at least I was right on that
one. "Okay Luke. What do you want me to do?" I ask. I giggle a little from the
awkwardness.
'_LUcKypEnguin has tipped $10'
"Oh? You want my shirt off? Shouldn't be a problem sweetie." I cross my arms
over myself and lift my shirt up over my head, my hair getting messed up in the
process. I run my hand across my chest and feel a shiver make its way up my
spine as I brush over my nipples. The begin to get hard and I start to feel my
jeans getting tighter. Just then, Luke tips $15.
"Your chest is so beautiful. God I'd kill to see it with my finger nail marks
down it" My breath catches a little at the comment and I slowly begin to undo
my belt. I stand up; my face out of view, before sitting back down on my desk
chair.
"Fuck, Lukey. That's so hot baby" I palm myself through my red boxers and pinch
my nipple between my fingers. I'm already feeling close and I've only just
began to grasp myself. I want him to tip the last $20 so bad. It's not even
about the money anymore, I just need to get off. I keep palming myself and let
my head fall down; eyes fluttering shut at the friction.
"I want to join you" I look up to read the message, but before I know it, the
bubble has been covered by a voice call request. My eyes widen and I quickly
accept the call.
"You're so hot Ash. Fuck. Can I call you Ash?" Luke's voice is raspy, deep, and
has a sharp Australian twang to it, much like my own.
"Yes. Call me whatever you want, baby" I cringe a little at the name, but at
this point I'm beyond caring. I hear the sound of the tip jar being added to
and smile.
"Okay...daddy." My throat closes up at the word. Luke just called me daddy, I
didn't even think this 17 year old, if he was 17, had the courage to call me
daddy. I slide my boxers down my long legs and wrap a hand around myself. The
cold touch of my hand shocked me, but made everything so much better.
"Ash, can I ask you something?" Luke's voice gets quieter towards the end. I
slow my hand down.
"Of course, anything Lukey" I reply, my voice slightly wavering from having to
stop my hand moving.
"...Do you have any ice?" I swear I pull a confused face, because that was not
a question I was expecting. I nod and raise a finger telling him I'll be right
back. Looking around the door to make sure no one was up, I pull on a robe, go
to the kitchen, go to my freezer and pull out the drawer. All I had was a tray
of ice cubes and an array of colored ice pops. I shrugged and quickly ran back
to my room, shutting and locking the door and sitting back down in my chair.
"This is the best I could do" I hold up the colourful ice pops and ice cubes to
the camera and place them back down on my desk again. I hear an interested
"hmm" from Luke and before I know it, the tip jar is filled again. $40. Fuck.
"I want you to use them, Ashy. I want you to tease those perky little nipples
of yours with the ice pops. Please, Ash?" His breath catches a little as I slip
off the robe to show my fully hardened cock and I giggle slightly. I hold up
the different colours to the camera. "Use the blue one. I like blue" I cut off
the end of the plastic wrapper and warm the ice stick up until it's able to
slip up it's clear plastic tunnel. Gripping it lightly so it doesn't melt too
quickly, I lean back a little in my chair and moan lowly as the end of the ice
pop makes contact with my nipple. I slowly reach a hand down to tug on my hard
cock again when I'm stopped. "Fuck, Ashtonnn." I hear Luke moan and make this
small noise. The second I recognised the noise, it all clicked. The age, the
name, the voice.
"Luke?" I trailed off. My cheeks heated up. Fuck my life, what if this was a
prank? The voice box closes and a video call opens up. I accept it and well,
there's Luke.
"Yeah...it's me. I was a little shocked when I saw you were on here. I didn't
think this'd happen though, so I wasn't expecting to reveal my true identity"
The voice box disappears His cheeks are tinted with a soft pink and he
scratches the back of his neck. His chest is flushed, and he's only wearing a
very small pair of blue boxers.
"So you knew it was me all along, and didn't tell me?" I slowly put the ice pop
down and look at Luke. His lip tugs on that goddamn lipring at the corner of
his lip and he looks down; almost guilty.
"I didn't want you knowing it was me..." I look at him. The boy looks sad and
full of guilt. I feel bad.
"Hey it's okay. We can talk about this later, but right now can we get back to
what we started?" I see his eyes light up a little more. He exhales and relaxes
a little; looking into my eyes.
"Yeah. Yeah lets do this. Can you get the ice pop back for me?" I nod gently
and slip the ice pop back up its wrapping. Slowly circling it around my nipple,
I watched Luke drinking up the view; drips of sticky blue raspberry starting to
leak down my torso. As the remaining ice melted around my nipple, I saw Luke
nod his head towards the pile of pink ice pops. I reached for the nearest one
and played with my other nipple, pink strawberry ice melting with the blue and
dripping down with the rest.
5 ice pops in and I was a colourful, sticky mess. My chest and stomach was
splattered and covered in stalagmites of lemon, apple, strawberry, blue
raspberry, and grape.
"Ashy, you look like a work of art" Luke smiles. I look over to see he's
palming himself gently through his boxers; a small dark patch forming on the
front. His eyes were hooded slightly and his words came out breathless and
choppy. I speed my hand up again and look over to Luke for permission, who nods
and tells me to keep going.
"I'm close L-Luke. Fuck" My moans grew as I got closer and closer to release.
"Let go, Ashy. Finish your masterpiece" I threw my head back panting as I
painted my stomach with my cum; the white mixing with the sticky rainbow.
"Holy shit, Luke." I start to see Luke get closer as I clean myself up. I stop.
"Luke, stop." He stops and puts his hand on his chest, his length red and
throbbing. "Think you can hold out a little longer for me?" He nods, but he
doesn't look so sure. "Keep going, but slow down." I found a new game to play;
this should be fun. Luke's hand runs painfully slow over himself, sweat beading
on his forehead. His lips part and a whine escapes.
"Ashy, I can't..." His breathing increases and he looks right at me though the
camera. I smile.
"Yes you can. Just two more minutes." I run my finger through the stickiness on
my chest and kitten lick it off my fingertip. Luke's reaction changes and
suddenly he's pumping cum all over himself and moaning my name. He sits back
and pants, running a hand through his blonde hair.
"Aw Lukey, couldn't hold out that long?" I giggle. He goes to say something but
quickly pulls on some PJ's and ends the call when an audible knock comes from
what I believe was his bedroom door. I Begin to get ready for bed myself when a
message pops up.
"Sorry I had to go, my mom came to check on me and realised what was going on.
Embarrassing or what? Anyway, tonight was great. Please do this again, it was
so good. Night Ashy
P.S. check your tip jar." I went to the tip jar to see Luke had tipped me $20
and left a note 'That's for a coffee date. Tomorrow? At the Cosy Coffee Bean?"
I logged out and got into bed.
I smiled to myself, maybe this wasn't such a bad job after all.
***** Tell me about yourself. *****
~Luke POV~
It's midday when I walk into the coffee place. As soon as I open the door, I'm
surrounded by the overwhelming smell of coffee. My hair is confined within a
black beanie, and I chose to wear something casual. I begin to fidget as time
goes on and I go over to a table by the window; seating myself and waiting for
the other blonde boy to arrive. I start to worry that he isn't coming, or he
didn't want to see me after everything that happened. That thought alone is
enough to set off a small panic attack; my vision going blurry from the tears
welling up in my eyes.
I'm distracted by the sound of the door accidentally being blown open and
slamming the wall. There stood a flustered and embarrassed Ashton.
"Ash!" I call over. He spots me in the corner and slips in the booth on the
opposite side of me. He plays around with his hair and keep looking back over
his shoulder.
"Sorry I was late, I had to sort out my brother and make sure he was alright.
My sister's gone to her friend's house so he's with my mum." I nod
understandingly and clear my throat. I look him down from head to toe. His hair
is neatly tucked under a red bandana with a tiny bit of his wavy blonde fringe
poking out. He's wearing a ripped Foo Fighters shirt with the sleeves slightly
rolled up and black skinny jeans; a colourful selection of wristbands up one of
his arms. He looked incredible.
"So...what made you do what you do?" Ashton turns red and calls a woman over to
order 2 coffees. Once she's gone, he turns back to me.
"I need the money. That day you saw me walking home? I'd just got fired from my
old job. It's actually not a surprise when someone fires me, anymore. I'm a
drummer, so I'm always wanting to tap on something or hit something and make
some sorta beat with it. My last job I got fired for the exact same reason. At
least with this 'job' I can distract myself enough not to tap on anything
because my hands are busy" He laughs at the last part, and made quotation marks
with his fingers on the word "job". My eyes land on his hands; they're so big.
His fingers are so long and oh god how I'd love them to go insi-
"Luke? Earth to Luke?" He giggles and I snap out of my daydream.
"Ah, sorry. I get distracted easily. So you play drums? That's awesome!" His
face seems to light up, he and I begin to get more comfortable with the
situation and talk for ages about music and bands. We have a lot in common,
apparently.
"So uh...what made you join?" I'm taken back by his question, I wasn't
expecting it so out of the blue. I nearly choke on my coffee and put it down on
the table; my hands resting on either side of the cup.
"Well, I've been a member, no pun intended, for quite a while now. I used to do
large audience shows, but simmered them down to private chats. People liked my
innocence, and most of them knew that at the time I was 16. I was lucky though,
I came across a lot of younger people. 17-24 was my usual age range, and I had
a block on anyone older than 25." He looks at me the entire time, completely
interested.
"What...um...what was your main focus?" I laugh nervously and pull at the
collar of my shirt.
"I um...I was a babygirlxdaddy roleplayer. My parents would go out on business
trips all the time and leave me home alone, but they'd leave a bit of money for
me. Little did they know, I was already making money daily and spending my tips
on skirts, collars, stockings, pretty hair clips, makeup, and um...toys" I
notice Ashton pull on the front of his jeans, but they were so tight i could
already see the painfully obvious boner he was sporting.
"Maybe you could show me your wardrobe, sometime?" I smile up at him and lower
my voice.
"Maybe. Not now, but soon Ashy" He whimpers at the name and goes to stand up.
"No it's okay. It's on me, today". I pay for our coffees at the counter and
take Ashton's hand, leading him out the coffee place swiftly. As soon as we're
outside, he looks at me as I back us up against the wall. He slowly leans
forward and I take that as my cue to carry on. I push my leg higher up between
the older boy's legs and watch him moan quietly as I push him back further into
the brick wall and kiss him roughly. When I pull away, his hair is messy and
his lips look swollen.
"Can we...take this...to my place?" I look at him with pleading eyes, but he
denies my request.
"Maybe another time. I have to get back to work. I got a call request from
someone last night who wanted a room date later around 7, so I best be going.
I'll see you around soon , yeah?" He pulls a slip of paper out and writes his
number messily over it, handing it to me and kissing me on the cheek.
"Okay, yeah. See you, Ashy" I wave as he walks in the other direction and I
head down the road to my own home.
I'm just turning onto a road a few blocks from my house when I hear footsteps
creeping up behind me, I want to turn around but I don't to avoid eye contact.
I feel someone grab me from behind and almost let out a scream; a hand coming
up to cover my mouth. The person's hands smell of bubblegum soap, and his
wrists are decorated in a suspicious amount of leather, beaded, and rubber
bracelets.
"Shh Hemmo, wanna get us in trouble?!" The person whispers. He tries to mask
his voice by adding a darker tone to it, but the beaded "ALL TIME LOW" bracelet
gives it away.
"Fuck off" I spit at him.
"Tut tut Lukey boy. Why are you hanging around with the gay boy again? He's
older than you, you know? Liz would not like to know her little baby is someone
else's would she?" I shake my head quickly and he lets me go.
"I don't see why you hate him so much, Michael! He's a sweet boy! Much sweeter
than you..." He looks at me, sits down on a small wall beside us, and pats the
empty space next to him. He sighs.
"Luke, I just don't want you getting hurt. You know I don't really mean it, I
just worry that your innocent little mind sees the good in everyone a little
too much, sometimes." He ruffles my hair and I duck.
"Michael, I'm 17. We aren't in year 7 and 8 anymore, I can look after myself
just fine. Ash looks after me way better than you ever have, I mean he doesn't
call me or my friends a...an f word"
"i know, Luke. And I'm sorry I called him that. Maybe you're right, maybe he is
nice and I've just jumped to conclusions too fast, again". He looks down at his
hands fidgeting with the bracelets. I try to lighten the mood
"Do you wanna come round mine? We can play Fifa?" Michael's eyes shoot open and
he looks over to me quickly nodding his head like a puppy whose just been
offered a treat.
"My parents are out anyway, I'd love to! I'm so gonna beat your ass though,
Hemmings. I'm the Fifa MASTER" he laughs and I push him back playfully.
"Come on then, let's go." We walk down the road talking about the usual stuff.
Pokemon and video games were Michael's go to topics. As much as he annoys me
sometimes with his outgoing and sometimes rude behaviour, Michael was actually
a really sweet and kind boy. We honestly used to hate each other, but soon we
became almost inseparable. As we got to my house, I called in to see if anyone
was home.
"Luke? Is that you?" Well that answered my question. Good thing Ashton didn't
accept my offer, that wouldn't have gone down well.
"Yeah mum. I brought Michael back to play Fifa, that alright?" I see her head
pop round the corner of the kitchen door and she smiles.
"Hiya Mikey, you okay, love?"
"I'm good, thank you Mrs. Hemmings"
"Aw Michael you're too sweet, but you know me, call me Liz, sweetheart"
Michael stood and talked to my mum about college and his music projects for a
bit while I set up the game. I got the controllers ready and set everything up.
"Mikes, it's ready!" He bounds in, again like a house pet. Maybe a cat or a
dog, I haven't made up my mind yet.
We sat on my lounge floor playing for what seemed like hours. By the time it
got to half 6, Michael seemed to be giving in and purposely losing. I watched
him as he was constantly playing, losing, then checking his phone, and repeat.
"Mikey, you alright?" I look at him with my head tilted slightly to catch
whatever emotion his was displaying. It was a mixture of flustered, and deep in
thought.
"What? Yeah. I. Uh. I've gotta go, mum wants me back before 7." I nod and let
him out, opening the front door and hugging him before saying goodbye. He's
about to leave, when he stops in his tracks."
"Luke?" His voice his quiet and he doesn't turn around.
"Yeah?" I ask
"Stop talking to Ashton. You can never trust cam boys" He starts walking again
"Wait! How do you know hes a-" But he's gone. I peek my head round the door and
see him running down the road not looking back.
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